Author: Tammy Falkner
Category: Fantasy
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“So, I lied,” she said, her breath hard against his ear, where she held tightly to his shoulders. Her arms trembled. Her whole body trembled. Her sheath trembled around his manhood.
Too late to turn back now.
Five
Lord Phineas froze atop her and Claire held tightly to his shoulders. How the devil had she gotten into this predicament? One minute, she’d just wanted to get him out of his clothes so she could get her dust, and the next, she’d given her innocence to a human. To one of them. He wasn’t even of her world.
“Don’t move,” he said, his lips tickling her forehead as he spoke. He pressed a kiss there, quite unexpectedly.
“How could I?” she breathed. “You’re inside me.”
“Yes, I am,” he groaned, as he looked down at her from above. “I’m your first?” he asked.
“Not very clever are you?” she quipped. She tried to make a sound like a mocking laugh, but it came out more as a sob. A tear leaked from the corner of her eye. She hated
that sign of weakness. And she hated it more when he moved to kiss it away.
“Why did you do this?” he asked. He was still hard as stone inside her, but the pain was easing a bit. She wiggled her hips beneath him. “Don’t do that,” he warned.
Perhaps if she kissed him, he wouldn’t notice how uncomfortably sober she suddenly was. She lifted her lips to his.
His lips were tender. He sipped at her lower lip like it was made of nectar. All the pain of his taking her innocence was suddenly gone, and he was hot and hard inside her. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t of her world. She’d never see him again after this night. “Be gentle with me,” she whispered against his lips.
“In order to be any gentler, I’d have to be a damn eunuch.”
She gasped as he pulled back, like he was going to withdraw. Claire wrapped her legs around his hips to hold him in place.
“Let me go, Claire,” he warned.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “Be still.”
Claire hooked her feet behind his back, even though that simple gesture couldn’t possibly hold him. He could get free any time he wanted. “What do you want?” he muttered.
Claire tugged with her feet against his buttocks, and he slid marginally deeper inside her. A groan left his throat as his arms began to tremble.
“Make it stop hurting,” she said. “All of it.” She wasn’t sure if she referred to the parents she suddenly had but didn’t want. He probably thought she meant the pain of losing her innocence. But she didn’t mean that at all. Another tear slipped out of the corner of her eye.
Finn’s head bent and he nuzzled his lips atop the rise of her breast, turning his head so that his cheek brushed the aching point of her nipple. Her nipple strained to reach him, hard and painful, neglected and wanting. She arched her back toward him. He took her nipple reverently between his lips, suckling her tender skin softly.
She stifled a sob of pleasure and moved her hands from his shoulders to sift through his hair. “Claire,” he whispered.
“What?” she whispered back as his wicked, whiskey-scented breaths brushed her chest.
“Why?” he grunted as he shifted his hips ever so slightly between her thighs. His way was slickened by her own desire, and she ached for him to move.
“Don’t worry. I won’t fall in love with you,” she said, as she pulled his bottom with her heels, making him move inside her.
The next move was his as he retreated. “I don’t love you, either.” His lips tugged a little harder at her breasts as he surged inside her, at once desperately soft and punishingly slow.
“I can never love you. It’s forbidden.”
“Thank God,” he groaned as he hit some spot inside her that she didn’t know existed. “You might not love me, but you will love what I can do for you.”
“Prove it,” she whispered. But he was already inching his hand down her body, sifting through her nether curls where he tugged lightly. His hand moved into her wetness and stroked across the heat of her as he filled her again.
An animalistic cry left her throat, as he groaned and pushed farther inside her, increasing his pace as his fingers lifted her higher and higher.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered against his lips, her words broken and battered almost as much as she was.