Page 112 of Their Courtesan
Seth was above and beyond that realm of plausibility. He was using everything he had to undo both of their worlds.
When he finally did succumb to the power she still held over him, it was with Judith completely slammed against her bed, body trembling all around his and awaiting whatever it gave her.
All she knew was that when his heat hit her, it had never felt so right.
He collapsed on top of her, hands splayed next to hers and hot breath beating against the back of her neck. Exhausted, Judith slowly eased her hips to the bed, disconnecting their bodies for the first time in what felt like forever.
“Holy shit,” he groaned, thumb pulling aside her folds, because the universe knew that Judith was too tired to hold any of the excitement in. “I did that.” His hand lingered on her ass. “Wedid that.”
He pulled away, grunting and wrestling to put himself back together.What are you doing? You should get over here and rest with me.Did Judith want to cuddle? She really was losing her mind!
Seth sat back on his stool, eyes darting between the mess he left on the bed and the blank canvas he put back on its easel. “Don’t move. I’m painting this.”
Like she could fucking move! “Make sure you capture my good side,” she panted, too sore to move a single muscle. “That would be the side with yoursemenall over it, by the way.”
She closed her eyes to the tune of his pencil brushing against the canvas. She wasn’t about to unpack the mind of an artist, but she was glad to have it in her life.
