Page 37 of Star Mates

His home was small, dark, and hardly lived in, but it didn’t matter to her. As soon as the door closed behind them, Pell turned and pulled her firmly into his arms.

His lean body strained against her, as if he were using every power of his strength to hold himself back. But there wasn’t anything she wanted more than to stay in his arms forever. As his lips trailed down her neck, he pushed her shirt up, touching lightly over her skin. Light as a feather, the fingertips traveled upward until they reached her breasts. She arched her back, thrusting more into his hands. He pushed the bra up, his thumb flicking lightly over her nipples. When he tried to move his mouth to them, her clothing became cumbersome. Impatiently, he swept her shirt and bra over her head, throwing them carelessly on the floor somewhere behind them.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

“So are you,” she breathed.

Heat darkened his eyes to shinning onyx as his lips crashed down onto hers. If she’d had any hesitation before, it disappeared in a blast of lust. Raiden broke the kiss to unsnap and unzip her jeans, pushing them down her legs then picking her naked body up and planting her on the bed. Teasing her. Tasting her. She moaned, wanting more. Craving his touch.

He removed his own clothing then joined her on the bed. Twining their fingers together, he pushed into her body. Going slowly, rocking a little forward and then back, letting her get used to the feeling of being filled.

“Uh!” she cried, the euphoria fading a bit.

“Am I hurting you?”

He meant to leave her, but she grabbed him and wrapped her legs around him. “No, stay with me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please,” she whispered, beseeching. “Don’t stop.”

He stared down at her for a moment. “If I start to hurt you too much, you let me know. Okay?”

She nodded, not quite sure she could speak. Having him inside her was uncomfortable. She felt too full, too stretched. But she also knew these were only temporary discomforts. Raiden thrust shallowly, still allowing her to get used to him. The tips of her breasts brushed against his chest as he brought them closer together, and soon her hips moved with his rhythm. Then, slowly, the discomfort began to melt away and pleasure took over.

“You are mine, Emmarie,” Raiden said breathlessly. “And I am yours.”

He let out his own harsh groan as he came, pouring himself deep inside.

They lay in each other’s arms for a while, until the sweat had cooled upon their bodies and their breathing had returned to normal.

“That’s never happened to me before,” he finally said.

“I didn’t think you were a virgin too.”

He shook his head. “No, I meant losing control.”

“Are you sorry?”

“No. Are you?”

“No.”

He laid his forehead against hers. Several minutes passed by as their breathing steadied.

“Will you stay?” he whispered.

“Of course,” she whispered back.

And he held her through the night.

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