Page 91 of Unbound By Shadows
His control was starting to ebb. She dragged her nails up and down his back, and he growled. His touch became rougher as he became absorbed with pleasure, causing him to pause.
Breathe. Focus. Control.
They had barely started, and already he was losing himself. He wanted to drag out this first time, to savor her. He had planned to make her come at least once before the act because he feared he wouldn’t last for more than a few moments. But the pressure within him was too strong. He had a driving need to get closer to her—as close as two bodies could be.
“Selene… I know we just started, but… I don’t think I can wait anymore… need to… ”
“I can’t wait either,” she moaned. “I’m ready.”
Although Selene trusted Sam, her apprehension rose when she saw the way he took off his pants.Toreoff his pants, more precisely. He didn’t even unbutton them. He literally gripped the front with his claws and ripped them off his body.
Whoa.
Since he was worried about hurting her, she was going to suggest that they start with her on top. The way he moved between her legs quickly quelled that idea. He seemed to have very specific plans for her and knew exactly how he wanted their first time to unfold. His muscles had grown larger, making her keenly aware of the differences in their physical strength. His hands were shaking while hisbroad chest heaved. And that demon cock of his… well, she suspected she was going to have trouble walking tomorrow.
Carefully, he leaned over her on outstretched arms. When he settled between her thighs, his shaft made contact with her core, and he trembled. Then cursed. Then snarled as she shifted her hips so that he slipped along her wet folds. His eyelids fluttered as he moved against her, and Selene was certain he was battling the urge to come.
Knowing they shouldn’t delay this any further, she reached down between their bodies to guide him into position. He looked down, and for one heart-stopping second, their eyes met. What she saw took her breath away.
His irises were fully red. Smoldering. Lines of tension branched around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. His skin had deepened in color, and he was covered in a light sheen of sweat. The lanterns and firelight gave the space around them an eerie orange glow. The reality that she was about to be fucked by a demon couldn’t have been more apparent.
But although Sam’s body was built to inflict vengeance, she knew how hard he was trying to be tender. His claws were out, and the muscles of his neck were corded, yet he wasn’t shoving himself inside of her. He was trying to go slow, trying to make it good for her. The way he was looking at her made her feel like something deeper than just sex was happening between them—as though when it was over, she would never be the same.
“Yes, Sam. Now,” she breathed.
With a moan, he pushed into her.
He was so big that her body was only able to accommodate a few inches with that first thrust. This seemed to surprise Sam because he instantly froze. He looked confused as he tried to press further, and she winced. Panic-stricken, he cried, “Selene, I’m too… this won’t work!”
“It will,” she breathed, already overwhelmed by the fullness within her. “It’s fine. You’re doing great. Just… go slow. Can you do that?”
He nodded tightly. She could feel his body shake as he sank his hips deeper. He must be desperate to thrust deeply, she thought. He was probably only halfway in now, and the stretch within her burned, but she didn’t want him to stop for anything. Especially when the way he was moving made his pelvis bump against her clit. This was about to getgood.
“A little more, Sam,” she said, wriggling her hips to take him deeper.
“Is it hurting?” he asked, his voice gone gravelly.
“It’s getting better,” she whispered. “Keep going.”
Instinctively, she knew they didn’t have much time before he went wild, and that seemed to drive her arousal up further. He pushed into her again, and it felt much better this time.
When he was finally, fully seated within her, he groaned. Then let out a long sigh that sounded almost like… relief?
It was a strange noise, but one that Selene felt deep within her bones. Without words, she seemed to understand the sentiment behind it because she felt the same way. As if she had comehome.
“More?” he asked in a voice that didn’t sound like his own.
“Yes, Sam,” she moaned. “Don’t hold back.”
The pleasure.
Sweet oblivion, he had never imagined anything could be so good. The slick clench of her flesh around his cock. Hot. The way she moaned his name. Lush. It was nothing short of bliss.
Slowly, he slid back, then pushed forward. Another consuming wave of pure ecstasy hit. He did it again, harder this time, and looked down to gauge Selene’s reaction. Her lips were parted, and her head was thrown back. Sweat dampened her skin. She did not appear to be in pain, so he thrust again. And again, until he found a driving rhythm.
She drew her knees back further, giving him deeper penetration.The pressure to come was even more intense now, and he knew his control was ebbing. Already his skin had flushed, and his horns had grown larger, but he could take it. As long as she didn’t do anything to ratchet up his arousal any further, he could stay in control. He would absorb the calming influence of his mate until they were both completely satisfied.
He glanced down, concerned that he wasn’t touching enough of her. He needed to make sure she was covered in his scent. Her eyes were closed, and her breasts quivered with each of his thrusts. Her rose-colored nipples were so tight he couldn’t resist bending to suck one in his mouth roughly.
