Sea Haven 02 - Spirit Bound

didn’t want this to end, felt complete with her, with flames licking over his skin and his cock forging such heat they were welded together.
    Lust rose into frenzied hunger and mingled with a far gentler emotion that took his heart and placed it solely in her hands. He slammed into her again and again, her pleas and the sound of their bodies coming together weaving the sensations into a deeper, darker coil. Judith gasped, a sobbing plea escaped, as wave after wave of shocking orgasms tore through her. Her muscles clamped down like a vise, dragging over him, a fierce, almost brutal assault that took him by surprise, ripping his own vicious release from him.
    Stefan collapsed over the top of Judith, careful not to put too much of his weight on her while he fought for breath. He pressed his face against her back, inhaling her fragrance, feeling the silk of her hair against his face. Are you all right?
    She reached one hand behind her and stroked his thigh. He could feel the pulse of her heart in the muscles surrounding him. Absolutely. You?
    Never better.
    She hesitated and he felt it like an arrow through her heart. I’m a little frightened by how intense this is between us. I didn’t expect sex to be so explosive. I can’t control it.
    He waited a heartbeat. Don’t regret this, Judith. It’s too good between us; don’t pull away from me because it’s scary. We can figure it out together.
    She was silent another moment. I should have told you, I’m not on birth control. I haven’t been with anyone and didn’t expect to be.
    I should have protected you. I’m sorry, Judith. I wasn’t thinking. He couldn’t say it aloud, could barely manage to utter the lie telepathically. He would welcome his child growing inside of her. The damn truth was, he wanted his child in her. And that was another shocking first for him.
    Judith went still. She turned her head to one side and looked back at him, her long, feathery lashes lowering over her dazed expression. I’m a grown woman, Thomas. I can protect myself. I should have been the one thinking about it. And truthfully, there’s a part of me that would welcome a baby.
    My baby, he corrected. My baby.
    The intimacy of speaking to one another in mind only while their bodies were locked together heightened his pleasure. He wrapped both arms around her slender waist and pressed kisses down her spine. I love this room.
    Me too. There was soft laughter in her mind.
    Judith didn’t try to move and he could feel every aftershock rocking her body.
    This room will always be my favorite, although I’m quite willing to check out every single room in the house to see if any others are quite as exciting as this one. Slowly, reluctantly, Stefan allowed his body to leave hers. He kept one hand on the small of her back to keep her in place, not taking chances that she might see the scars on him as he dragged up his jeans. “How many tables are there in this room?” He wanted to ease back to give her time to come to terms with how quickly their relationship was moving forward.
    Judith straightened with unhurried deliberation. Sweeping back her hair she faced him, his seed dampening her thighs, her body flushed, nipples erect, her gold chain glittering at him. She looked thoroughly made love to, her eyes just a little glazed, watching him with a mixture of vulnerability and shock. “The tables are for work,” she managed.
    “I’m willing to work,” he teased, just to see more color stealing into all that soft skin.
    She made a face at him as she reached for a soft cloth. “One of these days, you can make your own scope. I’ll show you how.”
    Stefan’s warning system went off loudly. Judith read people so easily. She saw things in them or she couldn’t make a kaleidoscope suited to an individual and their needs. She would see into him just by the things he selected to put in his scope. He wasn’t certain he knew what Thomas Vincent would choose for his cell, but whatever it was, those choices would be completely different than anything Stefan Prakenskii would make.
    He kept the smile on his face even as he watched her closely. His suspicious nature couldn’t help but come up with all kinds of reasons for her to probe into his character. They’d just made love, the best sex he’d ever had in his life and he’d made up his mind that this woman would be his woman—the only one he’d ever want or have for himself, yet his mind immediately went to conspiracy. That