Page 57 of Sanctuary of the Shadow
“You want this?” He was breathing hard, staring at her intensely.
“Oh Goddess, yes. Do you?”
“I would kill to have you.”
A strangled laugh escaped her, causing her inner muscles to clench and turning the laugh into a moan. “You don’t have to kill anyone, Raith. I’m right here. I want you too.”
Still, he didn’t move. How did he have such control? She was nearly passing out from anticipation.Get a hold of yourself, Harrow!
“Raith, do you trust me?”
He nodded instantly, and her heart swelled.
“Then hear what I’m saying now and trust that I’m telling you the truth. I want to be with you. More than I’ve ever wanted to be with anyone. So just tell me what you want and don’t be shy, because the odds are good I want the same thing.”
“I want to be inside you.”
“Then thank the Goddess, because I think I’ll die if you don’t— Ohyes…”
Her thoughts scattered as he slowly penetrated her. Goddess, he was big. She was no virgin, but he made her feel like one. Slowly, he worked himself in until he was buried to the hilt, and she clutched him tightly, her whole body trembling.
“Harrow?”
“Yes!” A response or a plea for more? It didn’t matter.
Apparently, he didn’t need instructions on this, which didn’t surprise her. Slowly, he slid back out, giving her time to adjust before he pushed back in. He did it again, hips flexing beneath her legs, her heels digging into his lower back.
The speed of his thrusts increased, and she sensed he was on the verge of losing control. There was no discomfort now. Her wetness coated his shaft, and her muscles had relaxed to accommodate his size, and now she was just…ravenous. The idea of him losing control was very appealing indeed.
“Harrow,” he moaned again, burying his face in her hair.
“More, Raith.” She knew what he needed. He was rigid with tension, muscles shaking beneath her hands. Rigid from holding back.
Lose control, she silently begged.Let go.
His next thrust was harder. But he stopped again when he was buried deep, still fighting himself. “Again,” she moaned, and he moved again, wringing a cry from her lips. “More.”
“Don’t want to hurt—”
“Feels so good. More.” She inwardly groaned. She was trying to be patient with him.
But he seemed pleased. He lifted his head and met her gaze. “More?” It almost sounded like a threat.
“Yes!”
He lifted her suddenly, took two steps, and then dropped her on the mattress. Crawling onto the bed over her, he pushed her legs open and thrust back inside. She cried out as he went so deep she saw stars.
And then he wasn’t holding back anymore.
Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them beside her head and then rode her hard. With each thrust, his pelvis pressed against her clit while his sack hit her ass.
It was divine. It was so glorious, she started to laugh between cries of delight.
He released her wrists to grab her ankles and hook her legs over his shoulders. Now, she had no breath left to laugh because she was too busy moaning. She stroked him anywhere she could reach, and his low growling filled the spaces between her cries.
She dropped her ankles and wound her legs around his hips, reaching up to pull him down to her. Their mouths met, tongues tangling so fiercely, his fangs pierced her lip and drew blood. Neither of them noticed. His arms dug into the mattress under her back, wrapping around her so tight she couldn’t breathe.
She started to climax but couldn’t make a sound, couldn’t do a thing except shudder violently beneath him while he clutched her so close, it was like he was afraid she would shatter. If he let go, she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t.
