Sea Haven 01 - Water Bound

over and over—the heated friction was unbelievable. Her feminine channel was fiery hot, surrounding him like living silk, gripping and clasping, dragging over him so tightly the sizzling fire within him burned hotter and hotter. His balls tightened, the exquisite 201

    pleasure was nearly painful. He felt the coiling power wind tighter and tighter, and he knew he was close to his release.
    “Ya tebya lyublyu.” He took a breath. “Look at me, lubov moya, I need to see your eyes.” He wanted to soar with her, drown in her, merge so tightly, mind and body, that their connection could never be broken.
    Rikki felt the pressure building and building, that same tightness she felt in the ocean when a huge wave was coming. She reached for it, embracing the feeling, equating the sensation with her beloved sea. It started in her toes, a tremendous series of waves rolling over and through her, swelling stronger and stronger until the force was like a riptide rushing through her, building in strength. But it didn’t stop. It never stopped.
    She could feel him, the length and girth of him, stretching her, driving deep. Her own body was slick and wet, and the erotic tension stretched until she was afraid she’d drown in it. She couldn’t quite catch her breath and she couldn’t find relief from that ever-building pressure. It was too powerful.
    Too out of control for someone like her, the waves increasing in strength, threatening to engulf her. Fear slithered into her mind, riding the surge of passion, so that every raw nerve ending felt each acute sensation separately and then together, swamping her.
    She heard Lev’s voice, far off, in her head, calling her in his own language, his voice an anchor. Desperate, she turned her head to look at him, their gazes colliding. It was like free-falling into the sea, all that marvelous blue. There wasn’t enough air to breathe, just like under water, but the beauty of his rugged face, his strength, his enduring calm was like the ever-constant ocean, and she managed to hold on to her sanity by clinging to him.
    Stay with me. She pleaded with him. Stay with me.
    You’re safe , lubov moya, always safe with me , he assured. Just let go .
    She kept her gaze locked with his and let herself sink into the bliss. Her body clamped down on his like a vise, and the pressure increased until she feared she would implode. She could feel him growing larger, pulsing with heat and fire, heard his hoarse groan and then the ultimate wave started, a tsunami out of control.
    Eyes on his, she surrendered completely, giving herself up to him, letting him sweep her away with him so that there was only the sound of the rain and the rhythmic sound of their bodies coming together. The rogue wave tore through her body, up her legs and through her core, into her stomach and breasts, engulfing her brain, wave after wave of such pleasure she wasn’t certain she was entirely sane. Her bones melted, her body turned to liquid and she was floating in the subspace of the sea.
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    He never looked away—never blinked—holding her to him through his own violent release. His breathing was ragged, his face strained, but his expression was tender as the waves in her body settled into ripples of sweet pleasure.
    “For the first time in my life, Rikki, I feel like I’m home.”
    She lay beneath him, her heart pounding erratically, a little dazed by the actual stunning splendor of an orgasm. So that was what the big fuss was about. She’d wondered why everyone talked about sex and seemed so desperate for it.
    Her legs were still over his arms and he gently allowed them to drop to the mattress. She couldn’t move, her energy entirely consumed by the swamping waves, and just that small movement had sent another set of ripples racing through her body.
    “Are you all right?”
    She nodded and reached up to trace her finger over his lips. She was surprised she had the strength to even lift her arm. He eased out of her.
    “No.” The protest burst from her, and she caught his shoulders, holding him to her.
    “I’m right here, Rikki, I’m not going anywhere.”
    Her breath caught in her throat. He wasn’t going anywhere and this was her home. She couldn’t go anywhere. What was she supposed to do? Should she offer him something to eat or drink? Should she get up and shower? She was going to be sore; maybe a bath. Or should she get out of the house altogether? She could sit in her swing, if she could find the