Sebastian gave her only a second to adjust before he began to move, long, slow strokes that dragged against every sensitive place, as though he wanted her to feel every inch of him. The wet sound of their joining filled the quiet kitchen, mixed with the soft slap of skin and the faint sizzle of the forgotten pan still cooling on the stove.
His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks, marks that would fade with her healing, holding her steady on the cool marble as he thrust into her with growing urgency.
Each thrust pushed a soft, helpless sound from her throat. She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into the flexing muscles of his thighs, pulling him deeper.
The scent of sex rose between them, salt and heat and the faint sweetness of her arousal.
"Look at me," he rasped.
When her glassy eyes met his, he leaned in and kissed her, a deep, claiming kiss, swallowing every broken sound she made into his mouth.
