morphed to something else. He almost looked lost. “I want you so bad. You need to know that. But I might shut off if we go through with this. I don’t want to hurt you. Knowing what I am—how I deal with things—are you sure you want to take the next step?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
His gaze traveled her face. Longing replaced his earlier emotions. “Okay.”
Their kiss increased in intensity, sucking her into a place she’d never been before. Her stomach fluttered with nervousness when she felt his tip prod her opening. She’d only ever been with one man.
“Do we need protection?” he murmured against her lips. “I can’t get human diseases. You probably can’t either, because of the magic. But I can still get you pregnant.”
A strange lightness came over her. She ran her palms along his smooth back, feeling the bulge and play of muscle as he shifted. “I never went off the pill. I’m good. Though nervous.”
His lips curled into a smile against hers. “We’ll go slow,” he whispered. “I’ll always protect you, Chastity, regardless of what happens after…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, probably not wanting to dampen the mood. Instead, he kissed her, a deep kiss full of a longing that stole her breath as well as her heart. She fell into the moment without any reservations. Gave him everything she had without regret. Without worrying what might come.
Because she knew that he would stay true to his word. Even when they weren’t getting along, he always took care of her. She was confident that wouldn’t change.
His tip parted her flesh. Her eyes fluttered, and she sighed as he entered her slowly. She squeezed his middle with her legs.
The glorious fullness tingled through her. All too soon, it turned into a dull ache. He was way bigger than she was used to.
Clearly reading her body’s signals, he stopped his advance and held still. His kiss turned languid as he pulled out and then pushed back in, stretching her slowly. Gloriously. The ache was a little less. On his next slow thrust, less still.
“Hmm.” She ran her hands over his back and then moaned again at his advance. “That feels so good.”
“Unreal good, yes. God, Charity, this is…” His voice strained as he thrust again, nearly there. He thrust again, a little harder this time, his control obviously fraying. The ache she’d felt turned into pleasure spiraling through her body. The heat surged. Her core tightened.
“More. All the way,” she said, squeezing him closer with her legs. Needing all of him. Right now.
He complied. His thrust took him to the hilt. He sighed against her lips.
“You’ll ruin me, Charity.”
She almost didn’t hear the words, they were murmured so low. And then all remaining thoughts fled as he moved. The man knew his way around the sheets. He worked her body in such a way that all she could do was cling to his broad shoulders and make unintelligible sounds. He thrust and retreated, clearly as lost in her as she was in him. The rhythmic thump of the bed competed with their frantic breathing.
She scratched his back as pleasure pounded within her, dragging her under. Her body was wound so tight that she thought it was going to crack. The pressure liquefied and condensed, centered in her core. The compression hardened, white-hot. A few more thrusts, expert manipulation of her nipples, and the glorious rubbing of her sex, and—
“Devon…I’m going to… I’m… Oh… God!”
She shattered. Pieces of her blew apart. Glorious sensations vibrated through her body. Devon shook over her a moment later, breathing heavily against her lips. He collapsed on top of her and dug his face into her neck.
She soaked in the feel of him. His warmth. His solid body pressing her into the mattress, his hardness still inside her.
She’d never felt so safe.
Her limbs felt heavy, but she kept them draped over him, wanting to remain this close forever. Without bothering to move, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, hoping tomorrow wouldn’t end what she’d come to feel for him. Hoping the pain from his inevitable withdrawal wouldn’t drown her.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Devon awoke pressed against a warm female body. Irritation stole over him. Waking up touching meant he’d have a harder time disentangling himself. The “I gotta go” conversation was way more awkward when he was still nude.
As he began to disentangle himself, the sweet and spicy smell of her tickled his senses. A surge of warmth rose up, matching the feeling from last night.
Charity.
Sighing