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Nothing was the same, and he didn’t want it to be. He liked who he was with her, he liked being this man.
He only wanted this moment to be worthy of her.
Blake lost himself in exploring her. Every inch where he touched seemed to come alive in a new way, and Demeter was not shy in touching him either. He couldn’t believe this was his Demeter. Yet he could. He should have known. Of course this wallflower would shock him once more.
Blake, barely aware of what he was saying, murmured words against her skin, feeling the tremors of pleasure rippling through her. But this wasn’t just about pleasure. This was lovemaking.
He lay back on the bed and she cradled his body in her thighs, her body on display for him. His mouth dried.
“I want...” He didn’t know how to voice it. “I need...”
“I know.” She lifted his hands and curved them about her hips. “Guide me.”
That he could do. He felt the delicate bones beneath his fingers and her damp heat pressing into him. Taking a breath, he guided her to slowly sink down, her body so tight that blood roared in his ears. Her eyes widened, her lips parted, andspectacularandmagicaland anything else could not describe her. There were no words.
When they were fully joined, he gave her a moment to adjust. Fingers splayed across his chest, she wriggled slightly against him and he nearly choked on his next breath. None of her boldness surprised him anymore. This was Demeter—his sweet, pretty, magical, bold, quiet Demeter. She was many things but the thud in his chest repeated one of those words over and over.
His. His. His. His.
He urged her to move up and down, reveling in the way she gasped, and the sight of her riding him. Jaw tight, he let her take all she needed and pressed a thumb to her juncture. She shuddered and gasped while he drew circles and shifted his hips up to meet each downward thrust.
When her body tightened, he moved quickly, cradled her in the hook of his arm, and rolled her onto her back. He kissed her hard, and thrust into her, making her cry out. The peak of her pleasure broke over them both, crashing about him, and pulling him into his own. He dug his fingers into her thigh while cradling her close, whispered her name, and pressed a shaky kiss to her mouth while the last flutterings of her orgasm wrapped about him.
“Demeter,” he murmured as he spilled on her thigh. “Demeter, my love. My heart. My world.” He pushed up to eye her flushed, plump lips and wide eyes while her chest rose and fell as rapidly as his.
“Goodness,” she said.
He nodded. Then did something he never usually did after cleaning them both up.
He pulled her into his arms and cuddled her.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Demeter focused on the wooden canopy of the bed. Panels were carved with intricate swirls, all the same in rows of eight. If she just kept looking at those, maybe she wouldn’t sink into his hold or relish the way his arm wrapped about her naked body in a move so protective it made her heart stretch. If she just counted each little square...
“Demeter.”
Blake wasn’t going to make it that easy on her, it seemed. She twisted to eye his tousled appearance. Her fingers tingled from the memory of pressing them through his soft hair and she smiled, unable to prevent herself. In truth, her whole body tingled, from head to toe. Little parts of her were tender and alive and she didn’t know how to feel normal ever again.
How had this happened? How had she summoned the courage to do this?
The dimple in his cheek appeared and she gave into temptation and pressed a finger to it then traced his mouth. Her only regret was they hadn’t kissed enough. Or perhaps it wasn’t a regret as such. Because meeting his gaze as they joined had been the most compelling moment of her life. For that instant, she believed it to be true. He really did love her.
Actually, she believed it now and it was wonderful. It might not last, but it was wonderful.
He kissed her bare shoulder and tugged her closer, removing any chance of her keeping some kind of defense up. She sank into the warmth of his naked body and ran a hand over a muscled arm. “That was...”
“Wonderful,” he finished for her.
“Yes.”
“I didn’t expect you to be...”
She lifted both brows.
He frowned. “Actually, maybe I did.”
“To be...?”
