He watched her, careful, caring as he thrust a little more. His finger had been nothing compared to this, this claiming that was a mix of utter magic and unexpected sensation. He continued, claiming more and more. When she squirmed with a twinge of pain, he slowed, stopped, let her grow accustomed to his girth stretching her. When she gasped in pleasure, he took more, until finally he was fully seated inside of her and he rested his forehead on hers.
“How does it feel?”
She laughed. “Odd.”
He lifted his head to grin at her. “You will make me blush.”
“Well, I’ve never had a person inside me,” she teased. “Give me a moment to adjust. How does it feel to you?”
He grunted a sound of pleasure. “Like a hot, wet glove was made to fit me perfectly. Your body grips mine and if I died in this moment, I would be completely content.”
She leaned up and kissed him. “Please don’t die, I have a feeling we aren’t finished.”
“Not by any stretch of your wonderful imagination,” he whispered. Then he ground his hips against hers.
She barked out in surprise, pleasure. His pelvis hit her in the most amazing way and it was like someone had jolted her entire body with sensation.
“Do it again,” she gasped.
He obliged, not once but over and over. His body ground inside of her, against her, in shallow thrusts. Her fingers dug into his bare shoulders as he took her, her body adjusting to his feel, accepting his claiming and finally, finding pleasure. It built inside of her, different than before because her body had something hard to brace against as the flutters of release began.
“Kit,” she mumbled, burying her head into his shoulder as her hips ground of their own accord, her body jolting against his.
He thrust harder in response, his brow sparkling with sweat, his neck straining. He was waiting for her, drawing all her pleasure from her. It was only when her orgasm at last subsided that he let out a long cry, withdrew and spent. Then he collapsed against her, his arms coming around her, holding her like she was a treasure and he didn’t want to let her go.
Kit smoothed his fingers through Sarah’s tangled hair and she snuggled against his shoulder with a contented sigh. He had no idea how much time had passed since he claimed her and she surrendered with such sweet, passionate responsiveness. Time seemed to have slowed as they lay in the silence of the growing dark.
She sighed and then sat up, dragging his sheets with her as she smiled down at him.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He frowned. Her thanking him felt like he’d done her some kind of favor. Or that she owed him a debt. Neither of which was true. He’d asked her here because he wanted her here. He’d wanted what they shared.
She moved to slide from the bed and he caught her hand. “Where are you going?”
She looked back over her shoulder, utterly unaware of how sensual she looked with her blonde hair love-mussed and her naked body just hidden by the sheets and the angle of her position.
“Come, Kit,” she whispered. “We both know this is a night stolen from time. And it was wonderful—I’m so glad I came here and risked what I was told to protect. But I have to go back to my room, my life, my reality.”
She pulled her hand from his and walked away, now totally naked as she gathered her chemise off the floor and pulled it over her head.
He watched her as she held up the gown, examining it closely before she stepped into it. Then she turned her back to him. “Would you help me?”
He wanted to refuse, to ask her to stay, but her body language made it clear that she wanted to go. Or felt she had to. Perhaps both.
He got up, standing behind her just as he had when he removed the beautiful gown, then slowly buttoned it as he breathed in the lilac scent of her hair and tried to permanently mark it on his mind.
She faced him. “I hope this isn’t going to make things…awkward between us.”
He shook his head. “No, I see no reason why it should. We were two adults who agreed to what we shared. But Sarah…”
She worried her lip and he saw the anxiety she’d been trying to mask. “Yes?”
“You act like you want this to end. That you don’t want to do this again. Is that true?”
She swallowed hard and reached out to catch his hands. “You don’t know how much I want to come here to you every single night and surrender to what we just shared. How much I want to pretend that I can straddle my world as your servant and this fantasy where I’m your lover in her beautiful gown. But you must know that isn’t possible.”
“Why?” he whispered.
