“You will come to me.” He penetrated her deeper.
Margaret took him into her body, knowing that most of what he said was true.
This. What they shared. It was a once in a lifetime sort of passion. People could not be so lucky as to experience such a euphoric connection with another human being more than once.
She ground her hips against his, closed her eyes, and clenched her teeth together to keep her emotions in check.
I love you! She wanted to say the words when he was so deep that he surely must have touched the very center of her person.
I love you!She wanted to say it as this haunting rhythm of lovemaking lifted her to new heights.
He halted. “You are crying? Am I hurting you?” Always his concern for her feelings and her safety and her comfort.
“No. It’s good. Don’t stop, Sebastian. Don’t stop.”
* * *
Sebastian couldn’t look awayfrom her eyes as he began moving again, focusing on the friction building between them. Into her. Into her.
It was as close to becoming one as he’d ever known. Her hands holding his wrists, his cock buried in her warmth, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist. This was not just sex. He knew it.
He even contemplated letting go of his fears. He contemplated imagining that he could plant his seed and allow it to grow. He could almost imagine the two of them having a perfectly formed child with Margaret emerging healthy and safe.
Almost.
He focused on the heat and wetness surrounding him. So damn beautiful. How could he leave her, but how also could he not? If he allowed it, he would give in and likely sail off anyhow.
“So fucking good, Margaret.” Buried to the hilt, he ground his hips against her.
She clenched him with her inner muscles. “So good.” She panted.
He didn’t want it to end and had to stop again. If this was to be their last time, he’d draw it out for a lifetime.
She opened her eyes, and he nearly broke at the emotion in them.
This kiss was tender, searching, forgiving, grieving, and then wanting. So much wanting.
This woman was both kitten and tiger. He’d been lucky enough to know both sides of her and hated to think of all he was going to miss.
She bit his lip, and the kiss turned demanding.
He could not deny her. Slowly, they moved together, staring into one another’s eyes.
“More. I want more.” She writhed beneath him.
Come with me.He moved deliberately but with force.
Love me.Her eyes begged.
Come with me.He drove into her again.
Stay with me.
Their completion crept up on both of them with a surprising stealth.
And when she cried out, he barely remembered to withdraw from her body before he shot his seed along her thigh and onto the bed. Fear numbed him for an instant. It had been too close. He’d not been thinking, no, he’d been feeling. He’d been feeling far too much for comfort lately.
Shaking, he fell onto the bed beside her.
