And it was perfectly petrifying.
I opened wider, taking more of him.
He sucked in a loud breath, stretching me exquisitely.
There was no way any other man could ever compete with the elegant chilliness of Jethro. He was exactly like the iceberg he favoured, only in different lights, more truth shone. Some bright and light and blinding, others black and deep and terrifying.
But it didn’t matter, because in that moment, I was in the heart of the iceberg, and all I found was passion.
Our rhythm lost its sedateness, straining toward a frenzy to mate. To dominate.
His pace picked up, bruising me in all new ways. “Fuck, I want to come.”
My neck arched, rising off the mattress. “Then come.” Searing pleasure split me in two as he drove explicitly hard.
A gleam of masculine smugness filled his eyes, knowing he had me completely in his control, completely submitting.
He groaned as my core rippled around his cock.
Then, he lost it.
His lips descended fast and hard on mine as his hips surged upward, driving my spine deeper into the mattress.
My mouth popped open as every nerve-ending zeroed to my womb, to the melting liquid coating Jethro as he claimed me.
Then, pain.
Glorious, furious, mind-numbing pain as he thrust harder and harder, faster and faster.
Every inch I screamed with agony. He was too big, too long, too damn much. Even with the slow acclimatization and gentle welcome, I wasn’t wide enough, long enough, prepared enough.
I cried out as he drove never-endingly into me.
There were no more walls, no more locks or secrets. This was him. Caught up in lust—both sexual and savage. He gave me what I wanted. He gave me himself with nothing hidden.
His lips opened beneath mine as he thrust again, hitting the entrance of my womb. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. His incessant need to take never ceased, his kisses never stopped.
Sweat sprinkled my skin as he drugged me body and soul. The room fogged with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and heavy breathing.
But then, the pain disappeared, switching into exquisite pleasure.
My body deliquesced, adjusting to his huge invasion.
My hips arched to meet his.
His heart thundered against mine.
We drove again and again and again, our grunts and moans and groans plaiting into one angry battle.
I scraped my fingernails down his back, grabbing his behind, driving him harder still.
I didn’t think I’d survive it. I worried we’d end up killing each other before we finished.
The pleasure was too much!
The dark promise of finding a satisfying ending seemed an impossible task.
A curling, unfolding orgasm barrelled from nowhere. I tensed, moaning beneath his invasion.
