Sea Haven 02 - Spirit Bound

body was tight and hot, all those silken folds strangling him with exquisite pleasure, giving way for his fierce invasion.
    She cried out and threw her head back, twining her fingers together behind his neck for support. Her breasts swayed, her stomach muscles bunching and rippling as she began a furious ride under the demand of his hands. Heat blazed through him, seared him, righted him. The terrible fear tearing at him began to ease with every jackhammer surge. He drove into her hard and fast, needing the flames rushing through his bloodstream. Needing the fire engulfing his body, coming up from his toes to consume him—both of them—to weld them together, binding heart and soul even as flesh melted together.
    Her breathless, mewling cries were sweet music he was coming to love. The sobbing, gasping pleas as she chanted his name shook him to his very core. He tightened his hold on her, uncaring of the passage of time, just losing himself in the scorching heat of her body, in the silk of her tight sheath and the pleasure rippling through him.
    He couldn’t believe she was his. Angry or not, she welcomed him, rode him hot and hard, a wild, crazy ride without inhibition, giving herself completely into his care. Her gasping cries grew more frantic and her nails dug into his neck. The tiny pinpoints of pain only made him hotter, more possessed in his frenzied need.
    “Mine,” he stated. “Say it to me. Now. Right now, Judith. Who do you belong to?”
    Her eyes opened and she looked directly into his eyes. For a moment his heart stopped as he felt himself falling. Drowning.
    “Stefan Prakenskii. I belong to him and I always will.” Her words came out in soft little gasps of conviction because he hadn’t stopped driving into her like a jacked up piston. “And he belongs to me.” She threw back her head again, her breasts jutting up, jiggling madly, an erotic image he would hold in his mind for all time.
    “Who do you love?”
    “You, you bonehead.” Her muscles clamped down around him possessively, hot and tight and oh so perfect. “Always you.”
    The last vestiges of fear and anger melted away with her declaration. His fingers gripped her buttocks tighter and he lifted her, pulled her down while lighting streaked through his body and a song sang in his blood. Everything he’d ever been, ever done, had brought him to this place, to this woman. She was everything he’d ever been looking for. There was no one before her and there would be no one after her.
    He didn’t bother denying what he felt was love. It ran deep and strong and burned like fire. The emotion was so intense it was primal, shaking him to the very core of his existence. He wanted to wake up every morning to her. Go to sleep with his body wrapped tightly around hers. He wanted her to have his child—his children. He knew he wanted to live out the rest of his life with her by his side and when he died, he wanted to die in her arms.
    Sensuous fire burned him from the inside out, taking him higher than he’d ever gone, pushing her limits until she could only cling to him, gasping, pleading, her soft cries growing more frantic. His body exploded like a fiery volcano, a rocket bursting through him, a total assault on his senses.
    Her body clamped down on his, her muscles wrapped tight around his cock, strangling and fiery hot, dragging every last drop of his essence from his body while lightning streaked through his veins and rushed through his blood. This was what love felt like. All encompassing. A frenzied, insatiable need that left one completely wrung out, yet strangely at peace.
    Judith dropped her head on his shoulder as her body continued to ripple with aftershocks, her breath coming in sobbing gasps, her eyes closed as if savoring him. He held her tight, wanting the closeness, the skin to skin contact while he stayed buried deep inside her, feeling absolute tenderness, an emotion he’d been unfamiliar with and now overwhelmed him.
    “I could stay like this forever, buried deep inside you. You’re a safe haven, Judith, a place I can be real,” he whispered, trailing kissed down the side of her face to her neck.
    “You are real,” she answered, her mouth against his shoulder. “At least I think you are. You’re really hurt, Thomas. You shouldn’t be holding me like this.”
    “This is exactly what I should be doing. Russians are tough, angel.” He kissed the top of her head as he allowed himself to slip out of her. And he