With a soft gasp, I arch to him as he caresses through the silky tufts of dusty blonde hair where my legs join my body. Then his fingertips glide through the heated dewy wetness coating my tender petals. Something dark, primal, stirs in his gaze when Sean's golden eyes lift to mine with an agonized groan, devouring my reaction as he delves deeper, slicking a long, solid finger inside me.
"From that very second when I first caught your scent—your sugary, delicious taffy fragrance—not the Fae superbloom odor of you—I was done, Sandy," he murmurs, dipping his head to press kisses into the soft swell of my breast, teasing at the taut tip through the fabric.
His long finger curls and I arch and pant, pleading, "Please, Sean—."
"As soon as I claimed you, you were mine, little girl—but I'm also yours—and I'll protect that with all that I am until my final breath. You understand?"
Frankly, I'd have to be blind not to see the undisguised possessiveness blazing in his eyes. I'd have to be numb to my soul not to feel it in his very kiss, every nip and bite, each caress. I'd have to be deaf not to hear it in the rumble of his voice. Another low moan escapes my lips—this one in protest as his finger withdraws.
"Don't move," he warns, releasing my wrists over my head.
Supporting his weight on one elbow, he fumbles with the tiny pearl buttons down the front of my blouse with the other hand. The instant he looses the last button, he flings the sides of my blouse apart. I utter a contented sigh as he cups my breast, teasing the taut bud through the silky fabric of my bra with his thumb.
"Mmmm, I want that," he murmurs, his tongue darting out to lick the puckered tip standing up eagerly from his attentions. Instead of lingering though, his lips skate down the median line to my navel and his hand skims lower to tug at my panties. "But I want something else more."
Arching, I lift my hips, allowing him to slide my panties down my legs. His breath fans my skin as he inches lower, parting my thighs with one shoulder. He inhales deeply through the soft triangle of hair, his tongue darting out to lick along my opening and up through my drenched petals.
"Ah! Sean!" I gasp, my fingers winnowing into the short waves of his hair, knotting close to his scalp and clinging to the one solid thing available to me—him. Unintentionally, I hold him in place as he explores every hidden fold with sucking kisses and gliding licks. "Please!"
Dropping my thighs he rises over me, tugging at the fastening on his trousers with no trivial amount of urgency. As soon as they're open, he shoves them down his hips, freeing his erẹction, then blankets my petite frame with his hard, muscled one.
His fingers tangle in my hair, holding my head in place as he devours my mouth and I clutch him to me greedily. "Now, Sean," I urge, then gasp into his mouth as his blunt head prods, wedging himself into my tight opening.
"Oh shit," he grinds out as I spasm around him, stretching to accommodate his tremendous girth. "You're so tight." Inside me, he swells and I cry out at his delicious fullness inside me. Clenching his teeth, he groans and closes his eyes as sweat beads on his furrowed brow.
Surging upward suddenly, I flick the tip of my tongue over his flat nipple. Then I catch at it lightly, nipping with my teeth.
Sean chokes out a vehement curse. "Fⴎ-uh-ck, Sandy, I'm not even going to get fully inside you."
With a rough hand, he grasps one hip, tilting my pelvis so that he sinks deeper. I moan, my breathing speeding up, and my velvety walls squeeze, burning and drenched, around his erẹction.
He takes my mouth with a purely carnal, possessive kiss, then plunges into me, planting himself deeply with a harsh growl of satisfaction. "That's it," it encourages as I cry out, my limbs clamping around him like a vice.
"Just don't stop," I pant, as he sets up a hard rhythm that jostles me roughly, sliding us both further onto the bed.
Sean's head ducks lower, biting hard at my neck and branding me with his temporary mark. Then he arches over me, his mouth capturing my nipple, sucking hard to the beat of his pounding thrusts. My heart hammers painfully in my chest and a powerful excitement surges through me.
He plunges himself into me with every ounce of violence that he possesses, and shamelessly, I go soft against him, wrapping my legs around his hips and molding myself amiably to his solidity.
"Now—please," I plead, spasming around him as he moves in and out of me. Sean pants noisily, his warm, ragged breaths fanning across my throat as he buries himself to the hilt. Then he lets out a thunderous roar, and his orgasm floods into my soft welcoming chamber.
Feeling him quivering inside me, I close my eyes and shudder as the first pleasurable waves of the furious storm ripple through, then break over me. Like a wildfire consuming everything in its path, the sheer recklessness and exquisite pleasure of it overwhelms me, crashing out of control with its intensity. My nails dig into the taut muscles of his back, marking him as he'd marked me, and burying my face against his sweaty neck, I cry his name.
We're both trembling violently in the aftermath, and I cling to him feebly. A secret, triumphant smile spreads over my lips as Sean lowers his weight to rest atop mine. I snuggle against his preternaturally warm body and his arms tighten possessively around me.
For a long time, he lays there, still fully embedded inside me. "I'm not ready for this to be over," he murmurs, his lips and breath fluttering over my ear sending shivers over me.
"Neither am I." I press my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply of his male scent—cool evening-citrus-warm sand. "I think you ought to tell me what you know about your half-brother," I advise gently.
With a resigned sigh, Sean rolls us to one side and I moan in protest as his fullness slips from inside me. It's a few brief seconds with his strength to get us situated on top of the covers comfortably, then he hoists my leg over his hip and glides his full, blistering length back into me, still stiff and so delightful.
"Sean," I whisper, encouraging, then rest one hand on his smooth-shaven jaw when his golden eyes refuse to meet mine.