control
like that.’
Aneesa
could see the tortured expression on his face. She lifted a hand to stroke his
cheek. ‘It’s OK … really. I wasn’t sure what to expect.’
A
steely thread of something made his voice husky. ‘I won’t let it end like this….’
‘What
do you … oh …’ She trailed off as he started to move within her; by degrees she could feel him
grow harder again. And suddenly that aching feeling was back and intensified,
the coil of tension building to such an extent that it made Aneesa want to cry
out. Every cell in her body strained to reach the pinnacle.
Sebastian
was remorseless and relentless, stoking the fire inside her higher and higher
until her legs wrapped around his back and her hips were moving restlessly
beneath him, searching desperately for something .
He
bent his head and drew one nipple into his mouth, sucking fiercely just at the
moment that every nerve in Aneesa’s body stretched taut and sang out with
exquisite pleasure. When Sebastian thrust one more time, she reached the
elusive peak and after a heart-stopping moment of sensation so intense it
bordered on being painful, she fell down and down into another world of such
acute pleasures that she cried out as she fell.
She
could feel her body clenching around Sebastian’s thick shaft and only then did
he thrust again and, with a shout, joined her in her delicious descent, a flood
of warm release within her making Aneesa want to clench her legs tight around
Sebastian and never let him go.
This
time she couldn’t speak or rationalise anything. All she knew was that singing
angels and blasting trumpets would have been a pathetic accompaniment to what
had just happened. Because it had surpassed anything she might have ever tried
to imagine.
A
delicious feeling of satiety coursed through her body, defying description. She
had an intense desire to stay joined with Sebastian. When he drew back slightly
and tried to pull away she went with him. He gave a dark chuckle, and when he
pulled away again, Aneesa dropped her legs and let him go, even though the
desolate feeling nearly stunned her with its power.
She
couldn’t look at him; she was too overwhelmed with what had just happened. Her
skin tingled all over and her blood flowed thick and heavy in her veins. He
drew her into his side in a possessive embrace, and with one powerful leg flung
over hers, Aneesa fell into a deep and exhausted
slumber.
She
woke a couple of hours later to see nothing but inky blackness and stars
twinkling outside. Sebastian lay with one arm flung over her, the other
stretched out in abandon. The sheet was thrown aside and Aneesa felt greedy
just looking at his glorious body. The protection was gone—dimly she realised
that he must have taken care of it while she slept.
She
moved slightly and winced when she felt the tenderness between her legs.
Carefully she moved Sebastian’s arm and lifted the sheet to see that there were
spots of blood on her legs.
Stealthily
she got out of bed and pulled her discarded sari around her as she found the
bathroom. She closed the door softly and looked at herself in the mirror and
almost didn’t recognise herself. Her eyes were huge and slumberous, the kohl
smudged, giving her a smokily decadent appearance. Her hair was tangled and
tousled over her shoulders and her mouth was swollen from Sebastian’s kisses.
And
her whole body felt different ,
zinging with energy and yet deliciously lethargic. Wanting to wash away the
blood, she turned on the shower and stepped in, after pulling her hair in to a
messy knot on her head.
Standing
under the sluicing hot spray, she didn’t feel
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