“Please, please don’t stop.â€? She cried to him in the darkness, reaching out for him. “Oh God, please don’t.â€?
“Illiyana.â€? He felt pleasure ripple through him as the pull of her aching voice forced him to continue. He slowly entered her again. Fearing the pain he knew he would cause her. He placed his hand at the back of her neck and kissed her to try to take her mind off the pain. He began a slow rhythm. Soon, that familiar moan of pleasure was back on her lips.
There on the table he made love to her. Stroking, caressing, and prodding. Urging her to rise and fall on the waves of pleasure. “Tell me your name.â€? She moaned.
“Will. William Turner.â€? He murmured harshly. Feeling his need to spill inside her stronger than anything he’d ever felt. He forced himself to go slowly. Making pleasing her, his first priority. He ran his lips over the soft flesh below her ear, then on her mouth.
“Will.â€? She breathed. “Oh, Will.â€? She muttered his name over and over against his lips.