Page 72 of Shadowed Hearts: Frost
"Yellow," she gasps. "Yellow, please."
I stop immediately, releasing her throat and stilling inside her. "Breathe, little bunny. Just breathe."
I don't pull out, but I remove the blindfold, needing to see her eyes. They're wide and unfocused, tears tracking down her cheeks.
"Talk to me. What do you need?"
"Just... a minute. It was too much all at once. The blindfold and your hand and what you were making me say..."
"You did perfectly." I brush the tears from her cheeks. "So good, asking for what you needed."
Her breathing starts to settle, the panic leaving her eyes. "I'm okay. It was just overwhelming."
"Color now?"
She takes a deep breath, considering. "Green. But... gentler?"
"I can do gentler." I start moving again, slow and careful this time. No degrading words, no pressure on her throat, just deep, steady strokes.
"Better?"
"Much." She tilts her head up to kiss me, and I can taste the salt from her tears.
I make love to her slowly, watching her face, reading every micro-expression. When I feel her getting close, I don't stop this time.
"Come for me, little bunny."
She breaks apart beneath me with a soft moan, her pussy clenching around my cock as waves of pleasure wash over her. The sight and feel of her climax triggers my own, and I empty myself inside her with a groan.
For several moments, neither of us moves. I can hear our harsh breathing, feel the sweat cooling on our skin.
"You okay?" I pull out carefully, checking her face.
She nods, looking thoroughly satisfied despite the earlier intensity. "That was incredible. Intense, but incredible."
"Even the yellow?"
"Especially the yellow." She curls into my side. "I've never had anyone push me like that. Never trusted someone enough to let them."
Something territorial and satisfied settles in my chest. I've given her what she needs, shown her limits she didn't know she had, and brought her safely through it.
"Good," I murmur against her hair. "That's what I'm here for."
She tilts her head up to look at me, eyes soft and trusting. "Is it always this intense?"
"No," I admit. "It's not."
She smiles, that brilliant expression that lights up her entire face. "So I'm special?"
"You're mine," I correct, pulling her closer.
As we lie there in the aftermath, rain still pattering against the windows, I realize something has fundamentally changed. For the first time since Sarah died, I've found something worth protecting that isn't duty or obligation.
Something that's entirely mine.
nineteen
Vanessa
