“From whom.”
“From you. You...” I say, breathless.
His mouth returns and just as fast, the room tilts. Heat floods me. Shame and desire twist into a dizzying blur.
He grabs my hips to steady me. His breath comes out sharp, ragged.
And then—
I see the universe. An inky sky that rips open with galaxies of blinding stars.
A strangled moan, brash and wild, erupts from my throat.
Holy hell.
I just orgasmed. My first orgasm.
I pant, and his name tumbles from my lips again and again.
“Oh my gosh, Gustav... Gustav.” I breathe deep, gasping. “Fuck, Gustav. That was...”
Silence.
Weird.
My eyes flutter open.
A soft, rhythmic sound fills the room.
He is whispering to himself, swearing. He swipes at his ear, as if a gnat won’t stop buzzing nearby.
I turn my head just enough to see him, hunched, pressing his palms hard to his temple, breath shaking like he is fighting something inside.
“Gustav,” I whisper, still barely coherent. I struggle to sit up, but I can’t explain it — somehow, I just know to grab his bicep and lead him on top of me. I wiggle back some, giving him room. The mattress sinks under his weight.
He stares down at me, his breath broken, eyes wild.
I whisper, “Make me yours.”
Everything has shifted. There’s no taunting. No arrogance. Just need in his eyes.
My body tenses as his tip presses to my entrance. I clench in anticipation, but my hips tilt on their own, aching to be closer, to be filled.
“You were already mine,” he says softly. “The second you came undone, I became yours.”
My jaw hinges open as pressure builds at my hymen. He doesn’t waste time, holding his length in position as he forces it in, tearing the skin in one brutal stroke. A sharp burn pierces up my spine, pain, white and shocking, but then his expression reflects genuine concern, and the pain melts into something else entirely.
My lungs freeze as he inches forward, my body stretching to take his formidable shaft. It feels like a steel rod invading my body, yet, it feels right too.
Because he’s looking at me like it matters.
Like I matter.
I’m not pathetic to him at this moment. I’m everything. I’m his whole world.
And the second he’s buried every inch of himself inside, he exhales a shaky breath, letting me know this isn’t just a fuck.
And then he works.
