FIFTY
A giddy thrill went through her at the sense of his hands slipping back down. Closing over her hips.
Lifting her up and back to sit upon the table.
As his fingers hooked in the hem of her robes, tugging the length of fabric up around thighs, her own fingers still working him, strokes becoming faster, even a bit frenzied, perhaps, she titled her mouth upward, catching his lower lip between her teeth.
Another startled intake of breath, followed by a rumbling little growl in the back of his throat. She nibbled and stroked and for a moment he was tempted to let her go on, to see how far she would take this if he left it all to her.
But then he trailed his fingers between her thighs and she shifted and moved, assisting him as he removed her knickers.
His senses were filled with her … her blood, her scent, her warmth, her touch ….
Her eagerness.
Sweeping his robes open wide, he caught her hand in his own, stilling her motions. Antonin dislodged his lip from her delicate nibbles, his mouth crashing over hers in another hungry kiss as he closed the distance between them more completely.
As he felt the pressure of her thighs settling around his hips.
As he positioned himself and, finally, after another eternal-seeming heartbeat, jerked his pelvis forward, entering her fast and deep.
