Claiming(27)

He rolled her over and she was atop him. His hands reached up for her breasts as she moved up, tentatively at first, and then down, and her eyes closed in bliss. She continued until the rhythm increased and she rode him hard, and harder still, until the coiling of desire exploded inside her and she cried out as she pulsed around him.

He drew her into his arms and then, still joined, side-by-side, he pushed into her. It would not be over so quickly this night, she thought to herself. Nor, she realized with a gasp, did she want it to be. The candlelight flickered gently in the summer breeze that blew in from the unshuttered window, cooling their sweat-slicked bodies that raised and lowered in an age-old dance of sensuality.

She rolled onto her back, while he continued to thrust slowly and rhythmically into her, bringing her to another wave of pleasure. But it did not stop then. He continued as before, holding her, kissing her, as his thrusting slowly increased in tempo. His body and face tensed as he thrust harder now into her, taking her with each thrust to a place she couldn’t have imagined. All she could do was hold on tight to him, her fingernails digging into his resistant shoulders, her legs tight around his body as he blasted both of them into a frenzy of cries as he pumped his seed deep inside of her, her body taking all that he could give.

They rolled to the side once more. “You are mine, Rowena.” He thrust his fingers in her hair and held her face firmly as he took his fill of her mouth. “Forever. I claim you and I will cherish you.”

Claimed. It was a word that a short week ago would have sent terror through her body. Claimed. The word sent a slice of lust through her belly and she wriggled against him as he became as hard as he was before. Claimed. His eyes met hers in an understanding and appreciation that she knew instinctively would never die.

She was claimed, and she never wanted to be unclaimed.





THE END