Her voice is teasing, despite the nerves in her eyes.
“Maybe.”
“This doesn’t”—she cuts off with a sharp inhale as my cock pokes against her folds—“look like resting to me.”
“Then rest with me, princess,” I grunt into her ear. “Rest that pretty little pussy on my dick.”
She moans at my words. It’s fucking intoxicating. Hell, I’m not much of a talker. Aria’s not wrong when she calls me a caveman—I do a lot of grunting. But I love saying filthy things to this angel and seeing her reaction. It feels so damn good.
“You ready for me?” I ask, the tip of my cock poking against her tight hole. I can feel her heat radiating against my skin, and it takes all my restraint not to thrust into her immediately.
“I’m ready,” Aria says, “but I should probably mention…I’ve never done this before.”
She breathes it out like a confession, and my chest goes tight.
“Neither have I.”
Aria frowns, biting her lip. “Are you teasing me?”
“No. Dead serious.” My hand drifts to her cheek, and I rub a finger over her soft skin. “I never dated when I was in the military. Never cared about shit like that. My job was all that mattered.”
“What about after you left?” she asks.
“Never really thought about it.” I let my gaze roam her face, memorizing every inch of skin. “Then I met you, princess. Wanted you the second I saw you.”
Aria bites her lip, smiling up at me. “Me too, Thorne. I had…dreams about you.”
My heart stutters at this delicious little confession. “What kind of dreams?”
She reddens. “I’m pretty sure you can guess.”
I’m going to make damn sure I hear every single detail of this dream at some point. But right now, I need to claim Aria. My body is aching with the pain of holding back. It feels like my cock is about to explode, and I’m not even inside her yet.
“How about we make that dream a reality?” I mutter.
Aria hums in agreement, wrapping her arms around my neck as I inch inside her. She stretches open around my cock, hot and tight, coating me in her sticky arousal. I feel her throbbing around me as I bury myself to the hilt, sucking in a ragged breath.
“Fuck…” I swallow hard. “Fuck…”
Aria’s lips are parted, her face scrunched up. Her eyes go wide as she looks at me.
“You okay?” I ask, pressing a kiss on her forehead.
“I think so…”
“How does it feel?”
Her voice is a breathless moan. “Like you’re splitting me in half.”
“Shit, am I hurting you?”
“It stings, but…it feels good at the same time.” She presses her lips together, squirming on my cock like she’s trying to get comfortable. “I like it. You don’t need to stop.”
I nod, letting out a hiss of breath at her movements. Sweat beads on my brow as I start to rock my hips, sliding my cock in and out of Aria’s tight heat. It feels fucking amazing. I have to grit my teeth, fighting to stay in control. I need to be gentle with her. But every instinct is screaming at me to fuck her until she’s screaming my name. I want her coming over and over. I want my dick sopping with her juices.
“Ready for more, princess?”
“Yes.” Aria lets out a shaky breath. “You can go faster. I want it, Thorne…”
