She shatters.
Her orgasm rips through her, and she screams my name. Her inner walls clamp down on my fingers so hard it almost hurts, pulsing and contracting. Her back arches off the bed, her wholebody going taut. I work her through it, my fingers gentling but not stopping, drawing out every tremor.
When she finally collapses back onto the bed, her eyes are hazy. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by sensation.
“That was…”
“That was nothing compared to what’s coming.” I withdraw my fingers and position myself at her entrance. My cock presses against her wet heat. “You ready for me?”
She nods.
This time, I don’t have to go slow. She’s not a virgin anymore, not scared of the pain. I push inside in one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
She gasps, her body accepting me easily. No blood. No tears of pain. Just pleasure as she stretches around me.
“Fuck.” The word comes out strangled. She’s so tight, so hot, so perfect around me.
I hold still for just a moment, letting her adjust. Then I start moving. Not gentle. Not slow. I give her exactly what we both need.
My hips snap against hers with each powerful stroke. The bed creaks beneath us. The sounds are obscene, skin slapping against skin, her gasps and moans, my grunts of effort.
“I want to hear you say it.” I thrust harder. My hips snap against hers with each powerful stroke. “Say who you belong to.”
“You.” It comes out as a moan. “Calder.”
“Louder. I want to hear you scream it.”
“Calder!” she cries out as I pound into her.
Her breasts bounce with each thrust. I lower my head and bite at one nipple, then the other. Marking her everywhere I can reach.
“I’m going to…” Her fingers grip my shoulders. “Calder, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” I thrust harder, deeper, feeling her body start to tighten. “You’re going to come on my cock. You’re going to scream my name while I fill you up.”
I reach between us and press my thumb hard against her clit. The added stimulation pushes her over. She shatters, her second orgasm even more powerful. Her whole body goes rigid as pleasure crashes through her. She screams my name.
Her pussy clamps down on me, milking my cock. The sensation is too much. I thrust into her twice more, deep and brutal, then let go. I bury myself as deep as I can go and empty myself inside her, marking her from the inside out.
“Mine,” I growl against her throat. “You’re mine, Saint. Every inch of you.”
“Yours,” she gasps, still trembling. “I’m yours.”
We stay locked together for a long moment, both of us gasping for breath. I can feel my cum inside her, hot and thick. Can feel her heart hammering where my chest presses against hers.
When I finally pull out, she whimpers at the loss. I grab a cloth from the bathroom and gently clean her. She flinches at the contact, still sensitive, but doesn’t pull away.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect.” She reaches up to cup my face. Her touch is gentle, loving. “That was perfect.”
I lie down beside her and pull her against my chest. She fits there like she was made for it, her head tucked under my chin, her body curved into mine.
“I should tell you something,” she says quietly.
“What?”
“I love you.” The words are soft but clear. “I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s crazy and complicated and probably wrong. But I do. I’ve been falling in love with you since that night at the bar when you tried so hard to push me away. And every day since then,even when I hated you, even when I was terrified of you, I was still falling.”
