Sea Haven 02 - Spirit Bound

want to lie to her.
    She was nearly sobbing, her body rocking back into his. “Easy, angel, we’re going to go slow.” He hoped he could.
    His hand circled his cock, finding her slick entrance with the large, very sensitive head. Her channel was burning hot, surrounding that first inch, gripping tightly so that he had to still, throwing his head back, his body shuddering with pleasure. “Hold still, Judith,” he entreated. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    Judith tried to stop writhing, stop the terrible restless need gripping her as she felt the hot head of his thick shaft lodge inside of her. Her breath caught in her lungs. Between her legs, she felt chiseled steel, hot as a brand, invading, stretching, burning . But more, it was the essence of the man lodged so deep inside of her she knew she would never get him out. The sensations poured over her so fast she couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t possibly control the screams of her body, the demands. She had no experience with this kind of sex, yet everything in her responded. Even the small wisps of fear curling treacherously in her mind heightened her pleasure.
    She felt a sob welling up and tears burned behind her eyes. She hadn’t thought herself capable of this type of strong passion, the need so great, so incredible nothing else mattered but having him buried deep inside of her. She didn’t care if it stretched and burned. She wanted him to take her so high that she lost herself in him. She was willing to give him everything she was as long as he gave her the same.
    “Stay still, damn it,” Stefan pleaded. He needed her to keep from moving so sensuously, her body sliding enticingly toward him as she tried to draw him deeper into her scalding feminine sheath.
    She hissed something between her teeth that sounded as if she was trying, but the feeling of her soft, rounded buttocks and the long line of her spine with her hair spilling around her were every bit as sensual as her hips bucking.
    He rocked forward, driving an inch deeper, pushing through those tight, strangling folds of silken fire, gasping with the flames racing over him. It was difficult not to slam himself deep into that inferno of paradise. He halted the moment he felt her tense, just staying where he was, surrounded by living velvet as tight as any fist.
    “I’m all right,” she panted. “Keep going.”
    “What’s wrong?” He couldn’t stop, not now. He closed his eyes and prayed to a God he wasn’t certain existed.
    “I want this,” Judith insisted, her tone pleading, breathless, needy . “It burns a little when you’re stretching me, but you feel amazing. Please don’t stop.”
    He let his breath out and invaded deeper into that tight feminine channel. “You’re so damn tight, angel.” She was scorching him all the way down to his toes. He took a breath and eased in more.
    “You’re so damn big,” Judith gasped and pushed back with a small cry, sheathing him another couple of inches.
    He flexed his fingers. Blood thundered in his head, and a jackhammer pulsed between his legs, hard and demanding. With her squirming he could barely maintain sanity let alone control. He gripped her hips and as her body thrust toward him, he rammed home, burying himself deep, driving through those snug, nearly unyielding muscles. He bumped her cervix and she cried out again, taking several deep breaths.
    “Please, Thomas, please . . .” She broke off pleading with a gasp as he began to move.
    Stefan built the rhythm slowly, watching her reaction as closely as possible. She was burning him alive, feeding the flames with her passion, with her own need, a black magic woman, wrapping him up in sex and sin. His cock felt like steel, slamming into her over and over, disappearing into dark, hot depths. Deliberately he adjusted position, dragging over her most sensitive part so that she gave another cry.
    Her long hair was everywhere, her breasts rocking with each hard stroke. The sight of her broke his last thread of control and he gave in to the wild need that had been building his entire life for this one woman. He drew in his breath sharply, his hold on her hips tight as he drove forward and yanked her back into him again and again.
    He stretched them both out on a rack of torturous, pure carnal pleasure he hadn’t known could exist, the tension building until her cries were music to him and his hard breathing matched the deep, pistoning thrusts of his hips. He couldn’t stop,