Sarah wiggled against his thighs, getting more and more turned on by the second. “Please,” she whispered.
“What?” he said, pausing.
“I don’t know!” Sarah said. She needed something, but she had no idea what.
Devlin smiled. He started spanking again, but he let his hand wander between her thighs, moving the edge of the panties aside to finger her, moving in and out of her with thrusts of his fingers between spanks.
Within a few moments of the dual sensations, Sarah felt a climax building and groaned as he started to spank a little harder and the fingers thrust a little faster and deeper. Just when she was on the edge of her release, though, he stopped. She jerked her head around and looked at him.
“Stand up,” he said, his voice guttural.
Sarah got to her feet shakily. Her bottom was warm, but she was hot. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. She looked at him—needed him. “Please.”
Devlin got to his feet quickly and unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans and boxers. He moved Sarah to the vanity and leaned her over it. He lowered her thong. “Hang on,” he said, and drove inside her in one deep, powerful stroke.
Sarah lifted her head and could see herself in the mirror. Of course, she couldn’t see him, but it was obvious she was being loved—and thoroughly. Her pupils were dilated and her cheeks were flushed. Her body jerked with each powerful thrust of his hips, and she could feel his fingers biting into her hips as he held her. “Yes,” she moaned. “Harder.”
Devlin groaned deep in his throat and held her tighter and moved faster and harder into her.
It was over in only a few moments and Sarah slumped against the vanity, exhausted. “That was…something.”
Devlin chuckled and caressed her bottom possessively. The skin was barely pink. He lowered his head and kissed each cheek. “Remember, that was a good girl spanking, love.”
Sarah giggled and garnered enough energy to turn her head and looked at him. “And there is more than one kind of spanking?”
“Oh yes,” he assured her. “Naughty girls get an entirely different kind of spanking.”
Sarah flushed. “I can’t believe I let you do that,” she admitted more to herself than to him.
Devlin helped her stand straight and turned her around in his arms. “Did you enjoy it?” he asked knowingly.
“You know I did,” she said, flushing.
Devlin grew very serious. “Sarah, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. What two do together as long as they both enjoy it is never wrong—as long as no one is hurt. It was something different that we both enjoyed. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Sarah was still blushing, but she gave him a shy smile and nodded, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Are you ready to go to the land Down Under?” he asked.
Sarah paused a moment. “But what about….” Her hands moved to her face.
Devlin shook his head and placed a finger over her lips. “Everyone will see you as you see yourself,” he said quietly. Even if he hadn’t been able to read her mind when he wanted to, he’d have been able to read the concern on her face. He couldn’t keep up the illusion when he wasn’t with her, but as long as they were close, those around her would see what she saw. It was draining, but it was what she needed.
Humans could be the cruelest creatures of all—the inhumanity they showed to their fellow man never ceased to amaze him. This woman, this valiant woman that had risked her very life for one of their children—was shunned now. It filled him with rage anew.
Sarah felt his muscles tighten beneath her fingers and her gaze lowered. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“For what, love?” he asked gently, keeping his voice soft.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “For whatever I did to make you angry.”
If she didn’t look so hurt, he’d have been almost tempted to chuckle. Already she could sense his feelings. “Right emotion—wrong reason, Sarah. You did nothing wrong. I was thinking if you must know, about the people that have hurt you—the people that put that look into your beautiful eyes.”
“I understand why they look at me the way they do, Devlin. I know I scare them and make them uncomfortable.”
Devlin bit back a sharp retort and touched her ruined cheek. “They should see the woman I see,” he said huskily.
Her answering smile was beautiful. “I think you’re very good for me.”
Devlin grinned. “I think if we don’t leave here very soon we will still be here when the sun rises in Australia,” he teased. Devlin bent down and picked up her panties and held them out to her. “Forget something?”