Page 106 of Once Upon A Haunted Castle
Chapter Seven
There was nomore thought, only glorious feeling.
Senara’s skin sizzled with anticipation and her veins hummed with excitement. Gavin’s member was hard and heavy in her hands, the skin delightfully silken. Touching him so boldly singed through her and made the savage pulse between her legs intensify.
His mouth was on hers and his hands caressed with the trembling strength of barely constrained need.
She wanted him.
She wanted this with him.
She wanted her thoughts burned away by desire until they were ash to blow away in the wind.
He eased her back to the ground where their clothing lay discarded. The errant folds of fabric were bunched and soft beneath her back, though she noticed it for only one moment before his powerful body stretched over hers.
And he was powerful– his body bared and perfect in the stream of daylight, every movement rippling with strength and masculine beauty.
His skin was heated where it touched hers, and the coarse hairs of his chest and legs chafed deliciously over her sensitive flesh. He caught her face with one of his hands and kissed her long and deep, the way they’d only hinted at for so long on the stairs.
The stroke of his tongue, the rasp of his chin against hers, the heat of him so close to her…all of it was more than she could bear. She squeezed her thighs against his body, as if she could pull him more tightly against her and encourage him toward the maddening heat.
Wild anticipation pounded through her, drowning her, making all of her too hot to bear.
He shifted his hand lower, and something nudged against the heat between her legs. A moan caught in the back of her throat.
Yes.
This.
He caught her bottom in his hand and pushed inside, hard and quick. Pain pinched through her, breaking for the briefest of moments through the dreamlike state of her arousal.
He paused over her, his body trembling with the effort, and she realized he did so for her benefit. His warm brown gaze watched hers with such a concerned and serious expression, she almost laughed.
Instead, she smiled up at him.
He caught her mouth in a delicious kiss and pulled out slowly, only to push back in. Pleasure and pain mingled into something tantalizing, something promising.
Rather than pull away from the initial discomfort, she gave herself to it with abandon. She lifted her hips, meeting the beat of his thrust, and was rewarded with a rush of pleasure tingling through her.
A gasp escaped her lips.
His body was tight under her fingertips, his muscles like wrought steel. He was still holding back.
Senara caught his strong torso in her hands and pulled him down toward her so his weight rested full on her, crushing her breasts and putting his mouth above hers.
He groaned and pushed deeper into her.
The insistent heat came back in a rush and pushed her into a state of nothing but feeling. His breath whispered over her skin, his body glided over hers, and the bliss throbbed through her. He kissed her and moved a hand between their bodies. His finger moved against the source of her ache, rubbing in time with the flex of his hips.
His breath in her ear came hard and fast, as did her own.
Her body tightened, and everything in her felt as though it might shatter.
Gavin’s speed only increased, shoving her over whatever edge she teetered on until everything in her blossomed with warmth and light and euphoria. She pressed her face into his neck and gave a muffled cry against the saltiness of his skin.
He pushed deep and stayed there while his length flexed within her. His groan sounded in her ear, hoarse and gritted.
Their hearts raced together and their breaths came in fast pants. For some time, they lay with one another on the floor, the winter chill in the air tingling over their sweat-slicked skin while their pulses returned to normal.
