He swore over and over under his breath. “Nothing has ever felt this good, Amara. Nothing. I’m waiting for your body to catch up. God, baby, you need to catch up.”
She felt her body begin to relax and she took several long deep breaths. He pulled back his hips, withdrawingfrom her. Without warning, he sank deep again, driving straight through her folds without hesitation.
She didn’t know if she liked the sensation or not. It was painful, yet it wasn’t all painful. He filled her completely. She tightened her legs around his hips and caught his rhythm, her body naturally following his lead. She couldn’t find her voice, only moan.
His movements became faster. Harder. Each time his cock pumped in and out of her, streaks of fire encompassed her entire body, drowning her in the sensations of both immeasurable pleasures mixed with sharp stinging and burning. Half of her pleasure was just the way he was looking at her, as if she were everything to him. His entire world. As if his cock fitting into her body was a miracle he hadn’t expected, and now that it had, he never wanted it out.
He began to shake his head from side to side. “Too soon. You’re so perfect, babe. I can’t hold out. I’ve never felt like this.”
If it were possible, his cock was getting bigger, pushing at the already tender walls of her sheath. Then he thrust hard. Fast. Jerking out a jolting rhythm as hot ropes of seed coated the spasming walls of her tight tunnel. He collapsed over her, fighting for breath, his cock still jerking, his mouth finding her neck.
She lay still, trapped beneath him, unwilling to attempt to process what just happened, whether she liked it or she didn’t. She wasn’t certain. She gave a little gasp and turned her face to the side in an effort to breathe.
“Geno.”
He lifted himself up on his elbows. “Sorry, Amara.” A slow smile lit his eyes, turning them a dark shade of blue. “Next time, I’ll get your body there, I promise.”
She wasn’t going to think about next time, not when there was a persistent burning throbbing between her legs. She flung one arm over her eyes. “I’m never going to be able to walk again.”
Geno removed her arm to look down at her, his frownvery much in evidence. “Did I hurt you? I tried to be gentle. I was careful knowing it was your first time.”
Amaranthe tried not to show alarm. “Careful. That wasn’t—um—enthusiastic?”
He swore under his breath. “I’m going to get you in the Jacuzzi. Maybe that will help with the soreness. I can call the doc if you think we need him.”
She pressed her fingertips over her lips to hide her smile. “We definitely don’t need the doctor. It was my first time, Geno, and you’re big. I’m bound to be a little sore. I think the Jacuzzi will help a lot. In case you’re wondering, I liked it and hope to repeat the experience.” She would die of embarrassment if he called the doctor.
Geno smiled at her as he slid off the bed. She tried not to look at the mixture of blood and other evidence of their joining on his cock.
“You liked it?” he repeated. “I think I’m going to have to put a lot more effort into our next time.”
“Your effort was just fine. More effort and I really wouldn’t be able to walk.”
He brushed a kiss on top of her head. “Babe, you didn’t have an orgasm. That’s a matter of pride with me.”
“Women don’t normally have them the first time, especially when their partner is massive enough that part of the time there’s a bit of a burning sensation. I couldn’t decide if it hurt or if it was beautiful. I’m not into pain. If I were, we would have been golden.”
He groaned and put a hand over his heart. “That’s it, woman. I’m getting you into the Jacuzzi and then we’re repeating the experience, so I can do a much better job. We’ll keep going until I get it right. You’ve wounded my pride.”
Amaranthe found herself laughing. “Your pride is just fine.” She didn’t think repeating the experience right away was the best idea in the world. She might really be scarred for life.
“Seriously, Amara, we’ll do much better the second time around.”
“I know we will. I’m going to soak in the Jacuzzi, and I’ll feel fine.” She hoped so. She didn’t want to be afraid of having sex with him. It had been good—sort of. It was just that he was intimidating. Her body was bound to get used to his. Right?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
From the first moment Amaranthe entered the dance studio, she felt the subtle difference in atmosphere. It wasn’t as though she could put her finger on exactly what was wrong, but a note of discord had been introduced into the normally tranquil and composed dance world. This particular class was made up of various ages, from extremely young, just starting out, to teenagers who had been taking ballet for several years.
Ms. Lyna Marchel, one of the dance instructors, helped to teach the class. She was very exacting, but quite good at her craft. Unfortunately, Amaranthe had noticed she tended to play favorites. The more money a client’s family had, the more she catered to that child, whether they had talent or worked hard or not. She was in a foul mood, already haranguing the students and telling them to hurry to change, that she didn’t have all day to wait for them.
Nicoletta, do you feel the animosity? Can you tell where it’s coming from?
The higher the level of enmity building in the large studio, the calmer and more tranquil vibrations Amaranthe ensured she gave off. She had little pods in various corners of the room with soothing aromatherapy scents she activated to help counter the gathering hostility.
I definitely feel it, Nicoletta confirmed.I searched the shadows to see if someone else was here, but we’re the only riders in the studio or dressing area.
Amaranthe reached out to Geno, but she looped in his brothers and Nicoletta. He was close, patrolling with his brothers on the street and around the studio to ensure no other riders were attempting to get close to Amaranthe.
