I try and breathe, try and think around the mix of pleasure and pain. I squirm under him, and he slips farther inside, his hips nestling fully into mine. There’s a sudden pain, sharp as cut glass, there and gone in a matter of moments. I gasp, tears springing to my eyes.
“Fuck,” he whispers. His jaw whitens as he clenches it, a muscle feathering in his neck. “Oh, God. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
I shake my head, blinking away the useless tears. “It’s… Just… Please?—”
I cut off, not able to form a coherent thought.
The gasps make no sense, but that doesn’t stop Rhett from nodding, his eyes bright, a light sweat covering his body as he slowly pulls out and then pushes back in, the same relentless, inescapable invasion. This time, there’s an ache but no true pain. He repeats the motion, so incredibly controlled, his arms shaking, his jaw clenched. This third time, when his hips wedge with mine, he brushes a spot I didn’t know existed. Pleasure shoots down my spine and curls my toes.
“Oh,” I gasp.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” The words are a rough gasp in their own right, and I clench around him. “Jesusfuck.”
I arch into him, trying to get him to move faster, to take me to the edge I know we’re climbing toward. I want to throw myself off of it, hold his hand and go over with him. He gives me one more kiss then pushes off his forearms. He trails one hand downmy sternum as he moves inside me again, faster than before, his eyes taking in everything about me. My flushed cheeks, my hardened nipples, my slick drenching his knot and my thighs. He scents, the edge of it betraying his possessive satisfaction. I do the same with him, taking in every muscle that ripples with his thrusts, every freckle that covers his torso and arms, the defined Adonis belt that I want to lick someday.
I cant my hips to take him deeper, and he groans.
“Fuck, this isn’t going to last long enough if you keep doing that,” he whispers. He flattens his hand on my belly, holding me in place as he goes just a bit faster again, his gaze now rapt on where we join. Small streaks of blood coat his thighs and hips, but the sight of them only makes me clench again, whimpering as his tempo stutters.
Pleasure builds, my clit pulsing with it. I’mright there.
“Rhett, please,” I gasp. “Please knot me.”
He nods. He grabs my ass, pulling my hips off the floor. When he slides in again, my eyes unfocus, too much sensation rocketing through me. His thumb circles my clit in short, hard movements, and the wave crashes through me. I’m whimpering nonsense, the words desperate but pleasure-soaked to my own ears. Rhett curses, low and vicious, and then I’m impossibly full, a third orgasm stealing my mind, my entire sense of self. I scream again, my voice breaking. He pulls me into his arms, an arm tight around my waist. My legs lock around his hips and my hands around his neck on instinct. His hand is solid on the nape of my neck, his lips demanding against mine, forcing the kiss hard and deep as my entire world shakes.
Slowly, the intense pleasure fades, only the feeling of being full and stretched left behind. My breathing settles, and he softens the kiss, pulling away. His eyes are bright, concern underlining the smug satisfaction in them.
“Wow.”
He smirks, the concern falling away.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs.
The words rocket straight through me, warming me all the way to my toes.
Chapter Nineteen
RHETT
Carys melts into me, her body going boneless as the last of her third orgasm fades way. Her hair falls over my shoulder and tickles my back while her lips press into my neck, not quite a kiss. I trace shapes along her spine as I work to catch my breath and remember how to see, how to talk, how to function. Her hands wander over my skin. First my shoulders and neck, then my ribs, then my hips.
She doesn’t rush to fill the comfortable silence between us, so I let it linger. After several minutes, she shivers. I blindly grab one of the blankets from out impromptu floor seat, draping it over her shoulders. She hums and snuggles closer. Softness wells in me. I press a kiss to her temple, smiling as she scents, way fainter than before.
She’s on the edge of sleep, her muscles relaxed and her eyes fluttering closed, when my knot finally releases. She gasps, startling in my arms. A moment later, our combined mess drips onto my legs. Her cheeks flush, but I just shrug. My legs wobble as I slowly ease to my feet, adjusting my hold on her so my other arm cradles behind her knees and she’s pressed againstmy chest. I don’t dare put her down as I finally get to my bathroom across the house, tapping the controls to turn on both showerheads without having to step into the shower quite yet. Once they’re on, the steam from the water starting to gather on the windows, I carefully set her on the large counter between the two sinks, making sure the blanket keeps her thighs from touching the could stone.
“You okay?” I double check, unnerved by her sudden drop into silence.
Her pupils are blown wide, her cheeks flushed pink, her pulse fluttering in her throat. She slowly nods, licking her lips. I finally step away from her, grabbing one of the washcloths and wetting it with the warmest water I have the patience to wait for. She doesn’t say anything as I wipe away the blood and cum from between her legs and across her hips.
“Carys?” I ask. She starts, her eyes finally focusing on me. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
She nods again, a small smile curving her lips this time. “Yeah, promise. Just those same feelings as before. Terrified of not having you right up against me. My body’s pretty convinced I can’t exist without you touching me. I’m trying to persuade it that everything’s fine.”
I run my thumb across her knuckles. “I’ll be right back, all right? Just a quick minute.”
I head back into my bedroom at just short of a run, grabbing the bag she’d packed at her apartment. It takes only a minute to find the shampoo and conditioner. I grab both bottles and then a new set of boxers and one of my softest undershirts before hurrying back into the bathroom.
Carys is still perched on the counter, her eyes wide, her hair a disheveled mess around her shoulders, love bites covering her breasts and stomach and neck. Smug pride rips through me at the sight of those, and my scent pulses with it. Her eyes lockon me, her nostrils flaring. Without a word, I carry her into the shower, helping her stand. I work the shampoo through her hair and then two rounds of the conditioner, quickly getting myself clean while I wait for the final round of conditioner to sit. Her eyes flutter closed halfway through the final rinse. I band an arm around her waist, taking most of her weight, then turn off the water.
