He pushed my thighs apart to the sides of his waist and, with his free hand, guided his dick back to my ass. His dark gaze pinned me in place as he pressed firmly against me, easing his way into my body. My arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him desperately as I trembled and gasped at the sudden, alien intrusion that sent pain down my spine. He was shaking too; his lips parted with heavy breaths as the head of his cock finally made it inside.
It felt as if he were splitting me open as my ass clenched around him, and he froze, giving me a second to catch my breath.
“That’s it,” he cooed, running his nose down the length of mine. “Let me in. Try to relax, baby.”
I tried. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing my muscles. When he felt it, he pushed in a little further. I gasped, my head flying off the pillow and into his neck. He stilled again until the pain subsided, leaving only the fullness of him. Then he’d slip in a little further. Again and again. Until my body no longer felt like my own. He claimed it. Every inch of his cock was buried in my ass, his body flush against mine, our eyes locked.
It was... overwhelming. Too much. Yet not enough. I didn’t know my own mind anymore. I didn’t know what I wanted or needed. Part of me wanted to scream, run away, and escape because I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t handle the intensity or what any of it meant. But another part of me wished it would never end. I wanted to stay like this forever, connected to this man.
“Fuck, Enzo,” he breathed against my lips. “You’re doing so well. You’ve taken all of me. You’re so perfect.”
His praise shattered something inside me. A tear rolled down my cheek, and he leaned in to lick it away.
“So perfect,” he repeated, kissing every inch of my face. “So beautiful. So mine.”
“Finn,” I whimpered, needing something, needing more. He knew. And he gave it to me. His hips shifted back, dragging his cock through my ass to the tip, then pushed back in. I cried out so loudly that the sound shattered the part of me I’d kept shackled in chains. He’d set me free.
“I know,” he whispered against my lips, swallowing my cries as he began thrusting in long, slow strokes, reshaping everything I knew about myself and everything I didn’t. Giving me a part of myself I’d never allowed. “I know, Baby. I’ve got you.”
When my cries and whimpers turned into moans and gasps of blinding pleasure, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He let his weight fall against me, grinding his hips into me so deliciously that the initial pain was forgotten. It was pure euphoria. My back arched as he picked up the pace, fucking me harder and faster into the mattress. Our lips swallowed each other’s moans and groans, our pleasure shared.
My cock was pressed between our stomachs, and every movement of his body sent friction against it, the intensity building too much. Then he took me over the edge by shifting his hips a fraction and hitting some sacred spot deep inside me, sending me to another dimension of ecstasy.
“Yes, Finn!” I screamed into his neck. “There! Right there!”
“Fuck, Enzo,” he growled, his hips slamming into mine with ferocity. He wasn’t holding back anymore. The chain around his neck swung between us with each thrust, and I caught it between my teeth, locking eyes with him.
“I can’t—” He trembled, his entire body tense as he stared. “Fuck. I fucking love you. I’m so in love with you.”
My eyes widened at his confession, but the words seemed to trigger my release. I couldn’t hold on. Hot, sticky cum shot from my dick between us, smothering our abs as I groaned his name and dug my fingers into his hair. Two hard thrusts later, he roared his release, his cock pulsing inside me as he spilt himself into my ass. He collapsed on top of me, his cheek pressed against my pec as I lay star-fished beneath him, feeling his cock twitching inside me.
I stared at the ceiling, not knowing what to think, how to feel, or even what my name was. Everything had just changed. I’d been fucked into another life by a beautiful man. A man who’d just told me he loved me. Did he mean it? Or had he said it in the heat of the moment? That was a thing, wasn’t it? People did that sometimes—got caught up in pheromones and pleasure and said something they didn’t really mean. Why would he love me? It didn’t make sense. Yet somehow it did. Because… I loved him too.
Shit.
I was in love.
I winced as he eased himself off me and fell back onto the mattress. I kept my gaze glued on the light fixture, trying to decide what the hell to do with this information. Should I tell him? But what if he didn’t mean it? What if he doesn’t even remember saying it?
“Are you okay?” he asked, rolling onto his side and propping himself on one elbow to look at me. My eyes flicked to his face, and I nodded. I couldn’t find my words. Creases appeared between his brows. “You sure? I didn’t hurt you?”
“No,” I choked, shaking my head.Say more. Tell him it was amazing, that he’d just blown your entire world apart. Tell him you loved him, too.
He climbed off the bed and disappeared into the ensuite while I watched his fine-as-hell body walk away. The taps started running, and then he returned with a wet flannel. He knelt on the bed, wiped it across my abs, and then gestured for me to roll over, which made me realise he was going to use it to clean his cum, too. I sat up, my cheeks burning, and grabbed it out of his hands.
“I can do it,” I said, getting out of bed and rushing to the bathroom, trying my best to ignore the uncomfortable emptiness in my ass.
I shut the door, turned the lock, and placed my hands on the sink to steady myself. Lifting my head, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and nearly gasped at the man I saw. My blue eyes were brighter, my cheeks rosy and flushed, and my lips swollen from rough kissing. I looked truly fucked. But more like myself than I ever had before. A calm washed over me as I stared, seeing a new person. The rest of the world might never know this version of myself, but I finally did. And so did the only other person who mattered.
A timid knock on the door made me jump into action, and I grabbed the flannel and began washing myself.
“Enzo?”
“Just be a second.”
“Can you open the door?” His voice sounded strained, as if he were fighting back his emotions, and I frowned.
There was a thump at the door, and I imagined him pressing his forehead against it.
