Page 105 of Soulbound

"Sebastian!"

He slid a second finger slowly inside her, an assault on two different territories as his heated mouth captured her nipple and he suckled.

Cleo clutched his shoulders, her eyes going very wide, and her mouth parting in ecstasy. The clench of her body around his fingers told him how close to the edge she was, and he speared his thumb over her clitoris, earning a helpless thrust from her hips, and a muffled scream she captured with her hand.

Yes! Please…. Oh, please. She was open entirely to him now, any separation between the two of them vanishing in the maelstrom of her pleasure. The room faded. The world vanished. All he could feel was Cleo, her pleasure and her thoughts overwhelming him in the moment as lightning swept along her veins.

Capturing her mouth, he swallowed her cries, working her through the orgasm. It was a miracle he didn’t spill himself, crushing his erection against her thigh, and gritting his teeth at the pressure.

And then it was over, and both of them could breathe again, their tangled thoughts separating just enough for him to come back to himself.

Cleo's fists curled in his collar, and she pressed her forehead to his shoulder, aftershocks milking his fingers. Embarrassment blazed through her as he curled the tips of his fingers slightly, finding the slightly softer pad of pure sensation within her. She trembled again, lashes stirring against her cheeks, and one hand capturing his wrist as if to say it was too much.

"I love hearing you scream," he whispered, kissing the sensitive skin below her ear, then nuzzling the fleshy pad of her earlobe. He withdrew his fingers slowly, then lifted them to his lips and suckled her wetness from them.

A helpless laugh shook her shoulders. "You love twisting me in knots."

"That too." Sebastian dragged her drawers slowly down her thighs, giving her a hot, silky-lashed look. He went to his knees before her, sliding his hands behind the back of her thighs and dragging her to the edge of the desk.

Cleo's breath caught. She swallowed. "What are you about now?"

"Can't you tell?" He slid his thumbs up the inside of her thighs, pushing them wider, deliberately picturing himself lapping at her flesh.

She saw it through the bond, and pressed her cool hands to her hot cheeks. "My goodness," she blurted, and it was such a lovely, very Cleo moment that he laughed.

"Lie back," he teased, "and let me ruin you."

"You've already ruined me."

He buried his face in the tuft of blonde curls between her thighs, breathing her in. Cleo cried out as his tongue lapped at her, fingers sinking into his hair, and her hips thrust up, up, desperate for more. He circled her clitoris teasingly, suckling it into his mouth when she was close to the edge, wringing every scream from her that he could.

It was different to seek her pleasure. He knew how a woman's body worked—he'd been taught where to touch, where to stroke—and he'd always kept himself disconnected from the action. It was a means to an end.

But the feeling inside his chest right now was too large for his ribs. Cleo threw her head back and screamed in pleasure, and something proud reared within him. Something utterly masculine and possessive.

He was her first.

And in so many ways, she was his.

"You do realize what comes next?" he murmured, standing and looking down at his lovely, soft and disheveled wife as they both gasped.

"Next?" she murmured sleepily.

Sebastian deliberately thought of sinking his way inside her, picturing the soft cry of surprise on her face as he took her virginity. A hand curled in his collar. Her eyes softened beneath the dark fan of her lashes, and she bit her lower lip again.

"Yes," she whispered, a little saucily. "Please."

Tugging at the flaps on his breeches, he let his cock spill free, stroking the firm length of it with a shudder. He wanted inside her. Now.

"Can I see you?" she whispered, sliding her hands up over his shoulders, but there were limits to what he could handle, and he shook his head, nibbling on one of her questing fingers.

"One day, maybe." When the past no longer haunted him. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she blurted.

Sebastian pressed forward. Heated flesh parted, Cleo’s nails digging into his back as he slowly worked his way inside her. He’d never taken such care before, but he didn’t wish to hurt her more than necessary. He could feel the slight sting through their bond, feel the burning intrusion, and Sebastian rested there, waiting for her body to grow used to him.

He could barely hold himself back.