The cry that tore from Seraphine's lips was one of shock and overwhelming fullness. Her eyes flew open, wide and glazed, her body arching off the bed. He was so much more than his hand, a thick, rigid invasion that stretched her in an entirely new, breathtaking way.
He didn't pause. He gave her no chance to adjust to the stunning intrusion. He simply began to move, setting a fast, brutal pace from the very first stroke.
"Ss...sir Eberhard!" she gasped, her hands flying to his forearms, her fingers digging into the hard muscle there, seeking an anchor in the storm.
"Yes," he grunted, the sound feral. His hips pistoned into her, each deep, rough thrust punching the air from her lungs. "That's it. Take it. Take all of me."
