Read First Light - Prequel to the Lightbearer Series Page 9
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She said what he had dared to hope she would say. James’s heart swelled, along with another part of his body, the part that moments ago had been close to exploding, thanks to the feel of her hand stroking him.
He pushed her higher on the bed so her legs no longer dangled over the side, and then he climbed up between her thighs, crawled up her body until he lay on top of her, his phallus nudging at her opening, his upper body propped up by his arms so he would not crush her. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths, and unable to resist, he bent his head and sucked one of her tempting rose-colored nipples into his mouth.
She cried out and tangled her hands into his hair, pulling him closer, telling him without words she liked what he was doing. He flexed his hips, testing, not pressing into her but sliding through her wet outer lips, knowing he brushed against the bundle of nerves located there. She arched, a silent plea to do it again.
He did, again and again, until they were both so slick with wetness that the next movement pushed him against her opening, and he almost entered her. He felt her body tense and he released her nipple so he could look into her face.
“Ready?”
“I’ve heard it hurts.”
“Me, too,” he admitted. “I wish I could make it not so. But I will do everything I can to turn the pain to pleasure as quickly as possible.”
“I would like that.” She offered a wobbly smile. He bent and kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth, while at the same time flexing his hips again. She widened her legs and arched, and unable to hold back, he entered her, stretching her and pushing through the barrier marking her as untouched until now.
“Sabine.” He whispered her name against her lips when she froze, her entire body tensing, pain and confusion flitting through her emotions. “Breathe. Focus on me, on us. The pain will subside.” His magic flared. He did not regularly use his healing magic, but he wished to take away her pain, and apparently, his magic was inclined to do as he wanted. As he pushed magic into her, he felt her relax, both her body and her mind. After long seconds, she sighed and then experimentally rolled her hips. He groaned as sensations that were anything but painful shot through his system.
“You like that,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Yes.”
“Me, too.” She gave him an impish smile. He kissed her and gently pulled away and pressed into her again. She groaned against his mouth and scored her nails down his back. “Do it again,” she insisted. He was all too happy to comply.
They found the rhythm that was as old as time, moving together in a sensual dance that became frantic, until she squeezed his buttocks and he clutched at her thigh and she demanded he move faster and faster, until she found her release a scant second before he lost all control and poured his seed into her.
With a gusty sigh, he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him so that she lay splayed across his chest. And then he wrapped his arms around her and promptly fell asleep, satisfied, utterly pleased with his choice of mate.