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Authors: Eliza Knight
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“Sit up,” he urged gently, tugging at her arms.
When she did his bidding, he pulled the remainder of her shift off and tossed it to the floor, then he pulled her against him, her breasts crushed to his chest. Both of them let out groans at the contact.
This was wicked, sinful, but so amazing.
“Sebastien…” she crooned. “I love you.”
“Oh, Max, I love you so much.”
His mouth pressed to hers once more, tongue dancing inside her mouth while his fingers trailed a path over her thighs to brush against her curls. She jolted in his arms.
“Trust me, love,” he said. “I’m going to touch you and then I want you to touch me.”
Max nodded, letting her thighs fall open. Her husband fluttered his fingers through her curls, over her folds, causing frissons of heated pleasure to roll over her. Then he touched a place that sparked, and she gasped, moaned, bucked her hips.
“That’s it, love,” he whispered against her ear. “That feels good, does it not?”
“Yes,” she managed to say through a moan as he continued to caress her. When he dipped a finger inside her, she emitted a cry.
His mouth crashed over hers, tongue mimicking what his fingers did to her nether parts, and then something happened. The pressure inside her core built to a point where she could no longer breathe, no longer think, only feel, and then she was breaking. Shattering into pieces as intense pleasure took hold, tossing her into the windstorm.
“Oh!” she cried out. “Sebastien…”
His forehead fell to hers and his breathing was just as erratic. “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. I want to watch you climax again.”
“It was wonderful,” she said, her thighs still shaking.
Sebastien kissed his way down her body, nipping gently at her hipbone.
“What are you doing?” she asked when his mouth hovered over her mound.
“Trust me, love. I’m going to kiss you until you cry out once more.”
She watched as his tongue darted out to flick against her folds, but then she fell back at the pleasure it brought. Tucking her knees up, she gripped on to the sheets as his tongue taught her a new lesson in what a man could do to a woman.
Max moaned in pleasure with each stroke, until she did, in fact, cry out, this time the climax even more intense than it had been before. Sebastien crawled up her body, his thick length pressing hotly to where he’d just kissed.
“Touch me.” He gripped her hand, pulling it between their two bodies until her fingers brushed his thick, hard arousal. It was silkier than she’d expected. She wrapped her fingers around him, watching his eyes fall closed. A groan of pleasure tumbled from his lips.
“You’re so… hard,” she said. How did skin get that hard?
“Yes,” he said. “You do this to me.”
“It’s not always this way?”
“Nay, love. Only when I want to make love.”
“Oh,” she said in awe, stroking up and down his shaft and tracing the ridges at the top.
Sebastien leaned over her, his tongue teasing her lower lip until she opened her mouth to kiss him. He gently covered her hand with his and slid the tip of his erection against her opening.
“We’ll do this together,” he said.
“Together?”
“Yes. I’ll hold you holding me and we’ll guide me inside you together.”
A fresh wave of sensation made her insides pulse. Max nodded, lifting up to kiss him again. Together, they guided his erection to her body, but when a slight pinch caused her to flinch, she paused.
“It will hurt a little at first,” he said, his voice sounding strained, “but it will be over quickly, and then pleasure will begin anew.”
“I trust you,” she said again. Lord, how she did.
Slowly, he pushed, and she squeezed his shaft with her hand as the pain increased, but then he stilled.
“You’re not in all the way,” she said.
“I know. I…” He lifted his head and looked at the headboard, the muscle in his jaw clenching, worrying her. “It feels so good.” Then he was looking down at her. “You feel so good.”
Relief flooded her, and she widened her legs, relaxing against the painful pinch. She gripped his arousal tightly and tugged, forcing him to drive deeper inside her, then she removed her hand and tilted her hips. A slight aching discomfort filled her as he sank in the rest of the way, but she closed her eyes to it, believing the pleasure would begin anew, as he’d said.
Sebastien stayed still inside her, kissing her neck, her breasts. He drew her nipple into his mouth and gently sucked until she squirmed beneath him, the pain gone and that hunger sparking where their bodies had joined.
“Are you all right?” Sebastien gazed down at her, love and concern in his eyes.
“Never better.” Max smiled up at him and shifted her hips.
Eyes on hers, he slowly withdrew and then slid back inside her. She dug her nails into his shoulders, crying out at the pleasure. It was powerful. Shocking. The pleasure of his fingers and mouth had been exquisite, but this… She couldn’t describe it. Only that it was infinitely better.
Sebastien quickened his pace, his lips crashing onto hers. She tugged her legs up at his urging and he slid deeper inside her. His pace quickened until they were both swept up in pleasure. And then once more, she was trembling and gasping at the burst of decadent sensation taking hold of her.
“Oh, Max,” her husband growled. “Your body…” And then he was shouting out as he shuddered.
They lay still for several moments, wrapped up in each other’s arms, and then the sound of their soft breathing lulled them both into a satisfied slumber.
A week later…
“What about right here?” Max offered, pointing to a spot in the center of the garden where a yew grew. “Beneath the tree?”
Sebastien held up his torch in the darkness. “Perfect.”
“The tree’s roots will safeguard the Gladius for a thousand years or more.”
“Indeed, love. With the sword hidden from the world, our descendants need not worry about the curse anymore.”
Max nodded. If there was indeed a curse—which it seemed likely there was. Sebastien had confessed of his mother’s madness, though it had all but disappeared since they’d arrived at Rayne Hall. They seemed to be lucky enough to have escaped the madness themselves. Perhaps a clue that the relics were not as powerful as legend would have them believe.
“No one will find it here.”
They’d waited until the servants were abed and then snuck out into the gardens to bury the Gladius. Wrapped in a thick, wool blanket and tucked inside the three-foot-long wooden box with iron hinges his father had kept the sword in, they hoped the relic would be well protected.
“I’ll hold the torch, unless you want to see my skill at digging,” Max said.
“You have a digging skill?” he asked.
“Indeed. At our house in the north I used to help in the gardens often. But I confess ’twas not of my choosing, but rather punishment whenever it suited my father.”
They’d spent the last week in bed. Between making love and eating, they’d shared their deepest secrets with one another—including how her father had blamed her most of her life for the loss of his wife, and for him, that his mother had tried to take her own life.
“I’ll not ever punish you, Max,” Sebastien said, cupping the side of her cheek and kissing her. When he pulled back, he winked, his smile teasing. “You’ll never have to dig a hole again.”
Max laughed. “Now I know you truly love me.”
THE END
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ETERNALLY BOUND
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