knew he had to take his time.
Despite her ardor, Cara was frightened. She wasn’t lying about her virginity, but there was more to it than she could say. She was Tribe, and mating outside of the Tribe was why so many families were lost to the winds and the world now. She was breaking a promise she’d made to her father and to herself.
But she couldn’t help it. Her lust overrode everything else. This was a moment she had to have, no matter the cost. If anyone should be her first, it would be Sebastian and no other. Her heart decreed that and her body seconded its command.
Her entire body broke out in a rash of goose-pimples as he kissed her yet again, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and exploring every inch of it. His hands went to her sweater and he pulled it over her head; the scarf she wore around her throat unwound and fell away.
She lay there on the sofa, staring up at him. The room was not dark but the light was soft. Her fingers twisted into his thick hair as his mouth traced the rosy pink of her areolas and encircled her erect nipples.
Sensation burst through her; her back arched and her heels dug into the sofa. Sebastian’s weight was above her body, carefully poised, but she wanted it on her, to feel his back under her hands.
Her fingers stripped away his shirt and she gasped as she found his rock-hard abs and the lean, taut muscles of his shoulders. His mouth went to her neck, down to her nipples and then lower. His teeth gently grazed her belly button.
Chills and thrills fluttered across her heated flesh. His hands tugged her jeans down over her lean hips and she lifted them to help him. Her shoes fell to the floor with a loud thud. Her eyes were closed but she could feel him in every pore of her skin, over every inch of her body. Her fingers explored his bare chest and back and then went lower.
He moved away before she could open the button on his jeans. His fingers caressed the satiny fabric of her panties then he pulled them down and away. His tongue and fingers parted her labia and a shudder coursed through her. The cool air stroked her wet mound, and from somewhere in the back of her mind she heard a slow soft bell ring out and she groaned loudly.
His finger slipped inside her wet, tight tunnel. Her teeth clenched in fear and she went rigid, but he murmured soothing words as he opened her gently with first one, then two fingers. His tongue massaged her swollen, high clitoris and her cries grew softer but more urgent as a sensation she’d never known before came over her.
Sebastian took her to the brink of climax. The fingers of his free hand went to the button of his jeans and he managed push the snug denim down enough to free himself. Just as the orgasm began to hit her, he entered her with one hard sharp thrust.
He stayed there, buried deep within her flesh. Her cry of pain rang out through the dim room and he stayed still, even though he wanted badly to move within her.
The pain was fleeting. The orgasm took it away and she was lost in the swelling and ebbing tides of that ecstasy. She’d never known anything so intense, and when it stopped he was still there inside of her.
She wanted more. Cara lifted her hips instinctively and she heard him gasp. She lowered them and he gasped again. He allowed her to set the rhythm and to decide when she was ready; she was as eager and hungry as he was.
His lips sought hers out. Their tongues twisted and her breasts flattened against his chest as she strained upward, reaching for him.
Sebastian withdrew from her. The snug sheath that had fit around him so perfectly hugged him close and when he entered her once more he could feel her flesh parting, her walls opening for his hard long staff.
Cara was swept away by sensation. Her nails dug into his back, tearing the skin there slightly but she didn’t care. It was so powerful, the way he felt inside of her and the sensations he was bringing to her.
Her cries were muffled by his mouth, her head