Sea Haven 01 - Water Bound

spiral continued outward, bunching her stomach muscles, tightening her thighs, wrapping her in feverish arousal until she was tossing under him, terrified of losing herself, terrified he might stop and she’d never know where he was taking her.
    Patience , lubov moya, we have all night and I want to savor you.
    She closed her eyes as he licked and sucked and drove her higher and higher, taking her to the very edge of sanity before easing her back each time.
    I want you ready for me.
    I am ready for you. In another minute she was going to start begging and she didn’t even care. Her fingers found his hair and tugged, trying to bring him up and over the top of her. Inside me, now .
    His laughter was low and amused, a purr of male satisfaction. You’re a demanding little thing, aren’t you ?
    “You have no idea,” she murmured aloud.
    She couldn’t stop her writhing, her head tossing or her hips bucking.
    His fingers moved in her and she cried out again—her body was on the brink of a great discovery but unable to reach it. She heard her own moan, shocking her, the sound pleading and desperate. His thumb stroked and caressed her most sensitive bud and she arched against him, shuddering with pleasure.
    “Please,” she whispered, her voice strained. “Please, Lev.”
    Lev lifted his head to look at her, at her dazed expression. Her eyes were glazed, shocked, filled with anticipation and trepidation. There was no way to hang on to his fragile control. One look at her face and he was lost.
    He knelt between her legs and dragged her slight body to him, spreading her legs around him as he lifted her hips and pressed the throbbing head of his heavy erection against her entrance. Every nerve ending he had seemed to be pressing into that fiery heat. She was tight, a velvet, scorching-hot sheath that, as he entered, inch by slow inch, barely allowed his invasion. He gasped, fire streaking into his belly and down his thighs.
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    He was an expert in sex, but he was not prepared for the assault on his own senses. It had never happened before. He was too disciplined to lose himself in a woman’s body. His life was all about survival, not pleasure, and certainly not about loving a woman. And, God help him, he was loving her with every breath in his body.
    He felt fire pouring over his skin as he penetrated deep into her body, joining them together. He was thick and she was tight and the feeling was exquisite. He heard her breath hiss out in a long, ragged rush, and her muscles clenched tight around him. The small movement nearly cost him his last thread of control.
    “Don’t move, laskovaya moya ,” he cautioned, holding still, waiting for her body to adjust so he could bury himself deeper. “You can’t move yet.”
    She was beyond listening, head tossing on the pillow, body writhing in spite of his hands controlling her hips. She was pushing herself onto him, so that he felt as if he were moving through petals as they opened for him. She was so tight, and her muscles continually clenched around him with every small movement of her body, sending streaks of fire racing to the center of his groin.
    He couldn’t help himself. Rearing back, he plunged into her over and over, dragging his thick cock across her most sensitive bundle of nerves. He wasn’t certain he could survive the pleasure rushing through him. He drove deep, bumping the scalding heat of her cervix. He groaned as she tightened around the length of his heavy erection, squeezing and stroking with velvet-soft muscles. She might not have a tremendous amount of experience, but she was naturally sensual and every movement of her body sent him careening closer and closer to the edge. For a man who believed discipline was everything, it was shocking to be so out of control.
    She chanted his name repeatedly, and for him it was pure music, like the rain was for her. Her moans and small little strangled sounds filled him with a fierce protective-ness, a pure male satisfaction that added to his joy.
    He reveled in his ability to heighten her pleasure with the way he moved.
    Her head tossed on the pillow, her face was flushed and her eyes dazed. She moaned, a long, low sound that resonated through his cock.
    He shifted position, pulling her closer, throwing her legs up and over his arms, wanting better leverage as he set up a fast, hard rhythm, all the time watching her face for signs of discomfort. He couldn’t help his own groan as he sheathed himself in her