Sophia’s hands reached into the back of his breeches while he dispensed with her gown.
All the while, their mouths devoured each other.
“I should slow down,” he said, his hand between her legs, “but you’re so wet, so ready.”
She didn’t want for him to slow his pace. She’d waited a lifetime for this. Feeling emboldened by her desire, she used both her feet and her hands to free him of his breeches.
His full arousal was now quite exposed and quite apparent.
So natural, so beautiful. Sophia wrapped her legs around his thighs.
“Iamready. I’m ready for you.” She whispered the words, urging him.
What was he waiting for? She suddenly felt frantically empty. Moving her hips, she slid along his length until the tip was near her opening.
“Oh, God, Sophia, you’re killing me, after all,” he murmured against her skin.
She shifted and moved along his silky hardness but knew there must be more. There was a liquid down there! She should be embarrassed, but she only felt need.
And then he assumed command befitting of his rank.
He lifted up for a moment and hovered at her entrance. Gazing down, his eyes were hooded with desire. She watched him, trustingly, until she could not stand it one second longer.
And then he took her.
He felt hard, hot, slick… and right. He was thick, but her flesh eased open around him. She welcomed him even as he stretched her, meeting each thrust of his with one of her own. She would have him take ownership of her entire body.
And then his thrusts grew stronger.
She reached up and grasped the rails of the bedframe. She would meet him. She would take him.
As though her life depended on it.
The muscles he used to hold himself off her began to shake. Sophia did not want him to hold himself away from her. She pushed at his elbow, causing him to collapse.
“Hellcat,” he muttered into her neck. But he continued driving into her, slower and longer now.
“Don’t hold back, Dev,” she said. “Don’t protect me. Don’t hide anything from me.”
He pumped into her, deep and purposefully, with a violence, almost. Resting atop her, his weight pushed her into the mattress. But he did not pause for long. Instead, he lunged into her again with equal ferocity.
Sophia arched her back, welcoming his passion, all of his touch. The two of them had grown slick from their exertions. She tasted the salt on his skin and nipped at his shoulder with her teeth.
His pace quickened again, and she followed his rhythm.
This was not to be slow and gentle.
This was not to be a tentative love.
It was meant to bring all of their feelings, their emotions, to the surface… just in case.
She was so close, so close…
And then Dev’s entire body turned rigid; he adjusted his angle and surged into her twice more.
She clutched at his buttocks, her fingers and hands squeezing and pulling at him.
The world was white, and then black, and then she shuddered. She felt a heat at her core, and she would have tightened her legs about him if she’d had any strength whatsoever.
