He strokes my head and locks eyes with me. "Don't tease me, sugar. I need all of you."
I blink hard as the stinging lessens.
There's more?
Panic tries to overtake me.
He sternly commands, "Relax, or I'll never fit."
"I am," I claim.
He chuckles. "You're as relaxed as Snarlhide the minute the gate flies open."
My lips twitch.
"There's my girl." He deeply kisses me and then mutters, "That's it. Just kiss me."
I obey, getting lost in everything Wyatt and all the feelings he evokes whenever he kisses me like I'm his everything.
He pushes deeper into me, and it's easier to take him, with less stinging.
We kiss for a long time, and I've never felt so filled, but my veins buzz with intense, loving energy. The stinging evaporates completely, and it's just Wyatt and me.
He eventually retreats, holding my head firmly, and announces, "I knew you were sweet, sugar, but, damn, you're filthy sweet."
My body pulses around the stretch of him, slick and aching. I arch my eyebrows, breathing hard, questioning if that's good or bad.
He grunts, relaying, "Grind those hips on me, and drive me a little crazier, darlin'."
I take a deep breath.
He holds my hips tighter, shifting me on top of him until I bury my face in his neck and declare, "This feels so good."
"That's an understatement, sweetheart."
The biggest wave of courage yet floods through me. My voice thick and laced with heat, I whisper, "Then don't breathe." I drag my mouth along his jaw, then add, "Because I'm not done with you yet."
His eyes flare. His guttural groan echoes around us and vibrates in his chest.
Somehow, I take him again, only deeper and harder.
He curses beneath me like he's already gone feral. "Shit. Are you trying to make me come begging, sugar?"
I smile as we kiss, shifting my hips faster.
He digs his fingertips into my ass. "Shit, baby. Ride me like I'm your bull. Show me who I belong to."
The words "You're mine" fly out of me, and a quiver runs through my core.
"Always." He grunts, meeting my gaze, then flips me to my back. "Fuckin' hell, Willow. You're wetter than a summer storm, and trying to make me come too soon," he accuses, then thrusts hard into me.
"Oh! Wyatt!" I scream, unprepared for the sheer force and unfamiliar sensation so deep in my body.
"My wet, sexy virgin's trying to take over the reins. But you're my bull to break, sugar. And we've done it sweet, so now it's time to show you who's boss," he declares, quickening his thrusts.
"Wy—" I blink fast, trying to keep focus.
He doesn't show me any mercy. He leans into my ear, breaths hot against my skin. "You're all sweet on the outside, but you aren't fooling me. I know you want to ride me rough. Don't you?" he taunts.
