Page 71 of Guarded from Treachery

I’m not sure how much time passes as we build towards our eventual joining. It’s all a blur of sensation—ripples of pleasure arcing from my core to the rest of my body, Matt swelling thicker and harder in my hand, his lips dancing across my lips and neck and collarbone—growing bigger and bigger until I’m breathless with need.

Finally, when my hunger is so great I think I might die if I don’t feel Matt fully inside me, I lead his straining length to my center. He’s hot and slick and as he nudges at me, and I beg, “Please, Matt. I need to feel you. All of you.Now.”

And like he always does, lovely Matt gives me what I ask for.

At first it’s slow. Gentle. Almost tentative, as if he’s afraid of hurting me.

But I know he won’t. With Matt, it’s an impossibility.

So I grip his hips and pull him deeper.

With one thrust, he fills me completely.

And it feels better than anything in my life.

It’s not just the physical sensation, but knowing we’re finally connected. Knowing that this man, this incredible, smart, sensitive, brave and generous man is mine. Not just that, but he’s giving himself to me. And I’m giving myself to him.

Matt stiffens for a second, his eyes widening in alarm. “Isla. Was that too much? I was trying to go?—”

I rotate my hips, gasping at the surge of ecstasy that follows. “No. You’re not hurting me at all. This is perfect.”

Actually, it’s beyond perfection.

It’s everything.

Coming together, first tenderly, then in a frenzied collision.

We kiss, our tongues emulating the movements of our bodies. Sensual. Hungry. Passionate.

And with each thrust, Matt seems to go even deeper, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Sparks kindle. Firework fuses light. My lungs strain for air as my body reaches for that final completion.

For the moment when Matt and I truly become one.

And then. Finally. After weeks. Months, really. Of dreaming of this moment.

Matt reaches between us and flicks my swollen bud. He surges into me once more, hitting at a different and deeper angle than before.

And this time, I explode.

The fireworks burst into life. Flashes of brilliant color fill my vision. My muscles go rigid from my toes to my fingers. I stop breathing for a second.

Moments later, Matt careens over the edge along with me, filling me with his heat. His head goes back as he groans in ecstasy, his neck muscles tight and his eyes slamming shut.

I’ve never seen anything sexier.

He holds himself still above me while the aftershocks ripple through us. Then he deftly rolls us over so I’m draped across him, my cheek pillowed on his chest. His lips press to the top of my head and one hand strokes my hair, his fingers gently combing through the strands.

We both lie together, breathing hard, until he finally asks, “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” I kiss his chest, right where his tattoo is. “To both.”

Matt tenses, but before he can respond, I quickly clarify, “No, you didn’t hurt me. At all. And it wasn’tokay. That was incredible.”

“Oh.” His chest rises and falls with a heavy exhale. “Good. I didn’t want to… I know it’s supposed to be safe, but I just?—”

Rolling onto my side, I wedge myself between the back of the couch and Matt, scooting up so our faces are even. I meet his gaze as I say, “It was safe. And I’m fine.” A beat, and then more seductively, “Fine enough to do this again, if you’re up for it?”

Matt twitches inside me. “I think that could be arranged.” Then he stiffens again. “Shi—shoot. Isles. I didn’t use anything.”

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