His fingers tighten in my hair, his mouth harder on mine, like he’s trying to pull something out of me, or put something in. Heat flares low in my stomach, and I grip his shoulder without thinking and wiggle against him.
He backs up slightly to slip my panties off, his erection already hot and hard, the wet tip grazing my stomach. I whimper at the idea of him inside me, and can't help the desperate plea that leaves my lips. I am so completely ruined for this man.
His eyes lock with mine.
“You’re so beautiful, darling.”
God his words. They turn me into a mess that can’t help but beg.
“Please.”
He kisses me again, longer this time, slower. Ignoring my pleas and taking what he wants from my lips—tugging my hair in a way that causes tears to spring to my eyes. So at odds with the tenderness of his lips on mine.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine. We’re both breathing a little harder.
His voice is quiet, still rough, and sleep-warmed.
"I've never slept with anyone before."
I blink. My throat tightens.
Before I can respond, he hikes my leg up and around his hip, keeping us chest to chest.
He keeps his eyes on mine, steady as he slowly slides up and into me in one wicked thrust.
I suck in a moan as my toes curl in response to his sudden penetration.
His jaw twitches.
Then, quieter, he says, “I never wanted to.”
A pause. Then he adds, “Until you.”
His words sink into my skin like heat. I feel the weight of them between every breath, every inch where our bodies meet. My fingers tighten at the back of his neck, pulling him closer. It’s only a matter of time before he pins them behind my back. But he doesn’t move, he just holds us there, his cock throbbing deep inside me like he’s trying to make me understand something he can’t quite say aloud.
I’m dying for his hips to move, and I let out a little whimper as I feel his cock jump inside of me.
“I wasn’t supposed to want this,” he murmurs, his voice a rasp against my ear. “Not with you,” He presses his forehead back to mine. “I hate how obsessed I am with you. ”
I swallow, trying to find air, trying to find steady ground beneath the tidal pull of him. “Pleaaaase,” I beg as I flutter on his shaft. I want to cum so terribly, my thighs hurt from flexing in desire.
A flicker in his gaze, possessive, almost tender, marred with his ever-present violence. His lips brush mine, not quite a kiss, more like a vow. And then he moves.
Slow. Purposeful. Like he wants to memorize me from the inside out.
This is the first time he’s taken me so slowly, and I relish every thrust of his thick, hot pulsing flesh at my center.
His usual hand at my throat, his tongue in my mouth, stealing all of my breath and making it hard to breathe. I wrap my legs around his hip, each shift of his hips unraveling parts of me I didn’t know were knotted. Tugging and pulling at my scalp, making sure I have my anchor of pain.
“I won’t fight it,” he breathes. “Not anymore.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust of his hips. I’m treated to the incredible feeling of him hitting my cervix. Delivering that sharp, hot burst of pain he makes me crave.
“I thought it would be easier to hate you,” he emphasizes his point with a scowl, “but I’m learning it’s far easier to let you consume me instead.”
He looks at war with his statement, like it’s something that pains him to admit. I feel a punch in the gut from his words; a reaction so visceral runs through my body, a current of energy surges under my skin. The tears in my eyes turn to something else as I watch him memorize the emotion on my face.
I can see his understanding in his eyes; the clarity on his face is too overwhelming for even him to bear. So he does what Hayden does.
He flips me on my stomach in response, nearly knocking the air out of me. With precision, he then quickly lifts my hips up so my ass is in the air, and my head pressed down on the goose feather mattress.
