Page 63 of Sanctuary of the Shadow
“Harrow,” he growled in warning.
“Not yet,” she teased. His grip tightened again, but he stopped fighting her. She laughed, realizing how incredibly difficult this must be for him. He deserved a reward for trying so hard and would get one soon.
But first…more teasing.
Running a hand down her body, she began to stroke herself lazily while sliding up and down his decadent length. Goddess, it felt incredible. Head tipping back and eyes closing, she moaned languidly, rising and falling onto him, forcing the poor male to lie there and watch her.
“More,” he growled.
She granted his request, increasing the pace of her stroking and riding him a little faster. The pleasure increased, the sensation setting off spotlights of rapture behind her closed eyelids. “Raith,” she heard herself moaning. “I’m so close.”
“Faster.”
She stroked herself a little faster.
“Harder.”
She rode him a little harder—
Wait. When had he taken over again? Sneaky man.
Her eyes cracked open. “I’m in control, remember? What if I don’t want to go harder?”
Raith’s black eyes narrowed in challenge, and she knew the game was up.
In a flash, he sat up and tossed her beneath him. But he didn’t stop there. He flipped her once more, and she ended up on her belly with the hand still at her core trapped between her body and the mattress. He yanked on her hips suddenly, and her ass flew up into the air. She tried to raise onto her hands, but he palmed her shoulder blades and pressed her upper body down.
She moaned ecstatically into the pillow her face was crushed against, shivers racing along her naked skin. The feeling of exposure on her bare sex was invigorating. A sinful delight.
“Stroke yourself,” Raith said.
She moaned again at the commanding tone of his voice. She loved it when he got like this, all dangerous and threatening. Her hand went right back to her center, and she obeyed, feeling his eyes on her. Her inner muscles clenched in response, in readiness for him to enter her again.
“Raith,” she begged into the pillow. “Want you…inside.”
The head of his cock breached her entrance, his hands landing on her hips. She tried to thrust back onto him, to take it all, but he held her away. “Keep stroking,” he bit out.
She kept going, pleasure rushing all over her like warm water on cool skin. “Raith, I’m close. Please…” He knew she could come faster if he was inside her. That was why he was holding back, the diabolical man.
He gave her a little more but not enough. She tried once more to push back, but again he held her off.
“Raith!”
Her thighs were quivering, the fingers at her clit working faster and faster, but she couldn’t quite get there, couldn’t quite go over the edge without his thick length inside her, stretching her, filling her, taking her. She needed it, needed him desperately—
He finally pushed back inside her with a firm thrust.
The climax hit like stepping under a waterfall—a powerful explosion crashing over her—and she screamed with abandon. Forgetting the patrons of the tavern below who might hear, she was helpless not to surrender completely as he penetrated her, the thick end of his shaft hitting her right in that perfect spot. More colorful lights flashed behind her closed eyelids as her orgasm went on and on.
Overwhelmed, she tried to pull away the hand still stroking herself, but Raith leaned forward and wrapped an arm around her, covering her hand with his, forcing her to keep going. It was too much, too much—
Another orgasm hit on the still-cresting waves of the last, and as she continued to cry out, she felt Raith reaching his climax with her. His powerful body tightened, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful, and then he locked up, clenching her against him, groaning into her hair as he spent himself inside her.
They collapsed forward onto the bed together, gasping for breath.
Raith rolled them to their sides, gathering her tightly in his arms. Another thing he did that she loved—cuddling her from behind, he used his arms and his legs, throwing his thigh over hers and covering her completely, like a gorgeous, hot blanket of manliness.
She purred in his embrace, so happy she could burst. Everything felt so right. So aligned. Her anxieties about the future and her restlessness at being stuck indoors had faded into the distance, and she felt nothing but bone-deep contentment. Just the thought of Raith made her feel full to bursting, and whenever she looked at him, she was so overcome with emotion it was almost unbearable.
