Sea Haven 02 - Spirit Bound

and he forgave himself for his loss of discipline and control.
    Her touch felt like the very first time. He knew he would never forget this moment. The slide of her hair over his thighs was so damned sensuous his cock swelled to a painful aching. He brought his hand to the thick length, circling it lightly to ease the terrible craving while she took her time imprinting on his body with her fingers.
    His heart jumped when he felt the brush of her tongue along his thigh. Her hands slipped around the column of his leg, holding her torso up while she lapped her way up the inside of his leg. His heart stood still a moment, then began to pound as her tongue found his scrotum. There was no hesitation on her part, only an eagerness to bring him pleasure and claim him with the same determined efficiency as he’d claimed her.
    He had always been the seducer, always making certain his chosen target succumbed fast to his expertise. And he’d never expected—or allowed—a woman to give him the same pleasure, not like this. Not a complete takeover of every one of his senses. After his training he had been unable to function without his brain working, judging his mark and reading always, always what was best for her pleasure in order to carry out his mission. His mind actually hazed over, enhanced by her spirit element, seduced by this woman he had fallen fast and hard for.
    Her hands moved up to his buttocks, massaging, gripping as she kissed her way up his cock, her tongue dancing over the thick veins and around the dark head. His breath left his lungs in a rush when her mouth slipped over him, as tight as any fist, hot and moist and velvety soft. His heart nearly exploded. He caught her shoulders and lowered her onto the bed, her head slightly over the edge while he knelt above her. The angle allowed him to slide his cock more deeply into that amazing haven. His hands found her breasts, rolling and tugging on her nipples as she suckled, the pull strong, then gentle. Her tongue danced over him, flat and hard, then licking like a little kitten.
    He fought for air, fought for a little control. Sex was just that—sex, another tool, a weapon. But she turned it into something far different, something so far removed from what he’d ever known that he didn’t have a chance against her. Emotion burst over her along with pure sensation, turning his brain to mush and his body to fire.
    She made a sound, a plea, the vibration running through his body until he trembled with the need to thrust into her.
    Please.
    Oh God. That small plea. So generous. So Judith. His woman. She wanted to give this to him, to allow him to surrender to the sheer carnal desire of using her body for his exclusive pleasure. She was asking nothing in return and God help him, he couldn’t help but feel love rising with the lust, intertwining until the two were no longer separate, but tightly woven together, bound for all time.
    She’d found a way inside him to break through that solid steel door his trainers had so brutally erected to block all emotion and close him off. She’d crept in with her soft serenity, with her exotic, generous, compassionate nature and she’d found a way to lead him to another world, one he’d never imagined he could enter. His eyes burned along with his chest as he fought for air, fought for balance. It was far too late; she swept him into her heart on a tidal wave of sheer desire.
    Her mouth tightened, sliding along his shaft, unable to take the full length of him, but she didn’t use her hand to stop him, trusting him, willing to give him her best. She wasn’t tutored like the women he’d been with, but her joy and completely giving nature wrapped in such a feeling of love transported him close to euphoria. If there was a subspace where every sensation came together, merged into ultimate pleasure wrapped in emotion—he was there.
    His hands gripped her hair, holding her head still. He started as gently as possible with his body screaming at him, getting her used to his control. She didn’t fight him, not when he slipped another inch into her, feeling her throat close, squeezing down on him. He threw his head back and held her still, his head back, letting the amazing sensation wash through him. She took a breath when he pulled her head back and he began a rougher rhythm, sliding deep and holding there for a moment, experiencing paradise.
    Her hands gripped over his thighs and cupped his tight balls, massaging gently and