Page 61 of Shadowborne: Reckoning

The first cloud entered his gaze. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

Relieved, he smiled and used a second finger, urging me forward with both.

My breath stopped, then rushed out of me as my hips began to move of their own accord, because I ached for more. For him.

‘Don’t stop.’

His eyes searched mine, though I was having trouble focusing, and his heavy breath fluttered on my face as he watched me. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. “Relax… I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

I was beginning to pant, then he added the pad of his thumb, pressing gently, sliding up then retreating, sliding up then retreating and I was gasping, blinking rapidly, but his eyes never left mine.

“Come for me,” he rasped.

My body quivered and I rose onto my toes. “But—”

“I’ve got you. You’re safe. I want to watch you. Let me—”

His touches quickened, that beckoning inside tantalizing, the pressure from his thumb… it all pressed me higher and higher, and for a moment I almost gave in.

But then panic jangled through me. I grabbed his arm. “Stop. Stop!”

Donavyn removed his touch immediately, cupping my head and kissing my cheek. “Sorry, I’m so sorry, I thought you were ready—I didn’t mean to scare you. Love, don’t—”

“You didn’t scare me,” I panted against his chest. “I don’t want to finish that way either. I want you, Donavyn. I want all of you.”

His head snapped up and he met my eyes again, brows high.

When I smiled, his lips curled high too—but to my utter frustration, he let me go to step past me and sit on the edge of the bed, his erection thick and hard, swaying as he opened his hands again and smiled up at me. “You have me, gorgeous. However you want me.”

I looked down at his straining body, then back to his eyes. “I don’t want to… I don’t want to be in control. I want you… I want you to do that.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Really sure.”

Donavyn smiled. Then he shifted his seat and reached for me.

~ DONAVYN ~

I settled myself back on the bed so the mattress hit the back of my calves. Then I reached for her with a shaking hand and drew her close, to stand between my knees.

I stroked her face and hair and cleared my throat. “If you feel uncertain, you tell me. I’ll stop.”

She nodded, then she smiled and it raised my heart. That tiny thread of fear was still in her, but when I pulled her closer she came easily.

“I want you,” she whispered, then kissed me. “I’m not afraid of you, Donavyn.”

Thanking God for that fact, I reached down to grab the length of her nightdress and slowly furled it up, gathering handfuls of the thin, soft material, watching her face as I let it drag up the sides of her legs until I could get my hands underneath it again. But I didn’t touch her. I grasped her at the hips and pulled her up onto me, into my lap.

She was uneasy at first, awkwardly overbalancing as she crawled up. But I caught her and steadied her until she knelt with her knees either side of my thighs, my erection pressed between us.

Her face was slightly higher than mine from here.

“Talk to me if you need to,” I whispered, tucking her hair back, then stroking her cheek.

She nodded, and I prayed she’d stay relaxed as I reached for myself and urged her to stay high on her knees until I could position myself. And when I drew her down, it was only halfway.