The Taming

Bonded

"You are the most intense man..." She said a bit harshly. But he understood it was her version of teasing.

He scoffed. "I'd think you much the same kind of woman."

Her mouth scrunched to the side in disapproval of his comment.

She doesn't like hearing that.

"Tell me, Woman. What does it feel like to have me inside you?"

He began gliding smoothly in and out of her. Letting her body slick to make her channel more open for his length which filled it in like a dagger into a scabbard. Caressing so softly over his length to swallow his base and brush along his sack. Entirely surrounding him with her warmth.

"Your spike is fat and stiff." She said uncertainly.

"Indeed." He laughed slightly but tried not to be discouraging. "And what else?"

Her sexual praise is a bit staled. He fought the twitching of his lips. Reminding himself that now was not the time for his twisted humor.

"You feel like...Like..." She blew a long breath as he eased out and then re-entered her. Making her body slide along the bedding with the movement while he held her hips in place. "Like silk..."

"Mmm."

"Your body..." She tried to relax her legs to bring them closer together so she could reach his arms around the outside of her calves.

He let her. Curious to see if she'd tried to hurt him or continue on the bold trek she was on. One can hope.

She caressed down his arms. "As solidly built as any man I've seen. Strong and sure. Confident but also tender...Sweet yet impossible..."

True.

He gaped at her. Somewhat stunned and highly aroused by the unexpected turn of her thoughts.

From body to characteristics.

He felt like it was more than he'd gotten her to speak in all the years she'd been in WaterRose.

"And you woman...Are petite and perfect in all the ways that I care about."

A flicker of emotion crossed her face. Too fleeting to identify.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours." He slowed his movements even further.

"It's been awhile, since someone said something kind."

He paused. "To you?"

She nodded. Averting her eyes.

Where has she been?

Has she hidden from mankind for so long?

***

It was hard for him to fathom her not having a single friend.

She has no one that cares for her out there?

She was undeniably beautiful.

Heathenous. But beautiful.

And certainly clever enough for some riveting conversation.

He enjoyed nothing more than matching wits with her.

And her occasional prank.

He resumed the slow pace.

"I'm happy to have you here. And certainly enjoy your company...Harpie."

"I am not-" Her shout was cut off.

He arced his back to press deeply into her center. Effectively silencing her. He increased the pace. Caressing the back of her thighs and watching her face. A smile still danced around his lips from antagonizing her. Feeling the evidence of her passionate fury in the tightening of her body.

Her lips parted and her head tipped back. Her blue eyes gaining a sheen that made them mesmerizing. Then her skin flushed abruptly, and her skin began goose bumping.

She's close...

"There you are..." He rumbled.

He kept the rhythm consistent as he built the pleasure between them. A feral rumble emitted from his chest. Rolling through his throat as he felt his pelvis tightening and muscles in the bottom of his legs jumping.

She clutched around him. Pulling him in deeper.

He lifted off her legs and let them fold down around his hips. The bottoms of her feet caressing against his hip and along the sides of his thighs. Her knees huddled against his ribs as if to keep him close.

Her clawed fingers lightly raked his chest. Reaching up to clench his throat without adding pressure.

Her eyes flared vivid red for a heartbeat and then her body bowed and like a well-tuned instrument she emitted a sound both beautiful and breathtaking. Her body quaking beneath him. Around him. Until she was fully spent.

He watched in fascination. Fighting his until the moment he felt the last quake subside.

Then he had to stop moving. Straining to reach deep into her womb as he spilled himself into her.

Once his body had eased, he collapsed over her. Dropping soft kisses along her chest and over the upper ridge of her breasts. Tasting the salt of sweat on her skin and the faint flavor of strawberries seeping from her skin.

Strawberries. It was his last thought before he caught her ankles and twisted her on the bed, climbing behind her to pull her against him.

She was stiff as a board and dead quiet.

Both are bad signs.

But he was too exhausted to examine it.

And reluctant to ruin the moment.

She'll want to fight.

He was sure she'd be on edge as soon as she fully recovered. For the moment, he just wanted to enjoy her company.

The feel of her soft, sated body against his. Cradled in the crook of his body.

"Go to sleep, Elsabet."

"I don't want to sleep next to you." She said softly. Her vicious note gone.

"Are you scared?"

"I'm not sure how I'll feel."

But she knows she'll feel something.

He felt there was hope in the fact that he was having enough of an effect on her that he could illicit any emotion at all.

She's warming to me. Even if it is against every fiber of her being.

But Sebastian was as certain as any man could be that tomorrow would not operate like the day of a couple.

She'll be even more hostile.

For awhile.

And then I'll get under her skin again.

He was convinced this would be a long process.

A true beast can't be tamed over night.

She needs time.

***

Morning came and he woke. He leaned over and saw her lying so peacefully, he couldn't bear the thought of waking her.

She looked small and delicate. Curled atop the coverlet. Her white skin glistening in the morning light seeping in through the cracked shutter.

When she was at peace, she reminded him of what a fallen angel would look like.

Heart-wrenchingly lovely.

He leaned over her and kissed her cheek. Strolling from the room quietly and pulling the door closed behind him.

He'd no idea that her eyes popped open once the door was closed.

She stared at where he'd leaned over her. Rolling to her back, she examined the curtained canopy above her. Slashes of light swiping her face as she considered the night before.