“Fuck.” He drove forward in one sure thrust.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my eyes widening at the stretch.
He held steady as he let my body adjust, working my clit with his fingers until my walls fluttered and eyelids fell shut. Then he rocked forward another inch.
I clenched around him, biting my cheek to keep from crying out. My head dropped back with a moan.
But our eyes locked as he pushed in again.
“Fucking hell.” He strained with the effort to hold still. Teeth clenched, sweat beading at his temples, he stared at me with adoration and lust shining in his eyes. “You’re fucking perfect. Taking me so well.”
I whined beneath him, lips pressed together as he eased in.
“I’ve got you, Princess. Just breathe.”
Gritting my teeth, I forced air out and dragged it back in. I panted and adjusted my hips as his ministrations over my clit grew tighter. He circled faster, distracting me with pleasure to help me relax, giving me what I needed to let my body adjust.
When he leaned down to kiss me, a guttural moan escaped my lips. He claimed it with his tongue, dueling with mine as his teeth nipped my lower lip. Tugging it free from where I’d trapped it between my teeth.
He rocked back gently and pressed in each time I relaxed.
Until all that remained was one final push.
“Fuck,” I gasped, clutching his body tightly to mine. “Max, don’t stop.”
Torn between the need to drive home and ease in slowly, the fear of hurting me kept him still. He pulled back slightly, his gaze wild as he clenched his jaw.
I cupped his cheek, bringing his eyes back to mine and panting breathlessly. “Do it. I dare you.”
He swore. Nodding, he thrust again and bottomed out.
“Oh fuck!” I cried, and he smothered the scream on my lips.
Stretched to the point of pain, I cared about nothing but how he filled me completely. The ache, exquisite even as it burned, left me wanting more.
“Princess?” he panted. “You good?”
His concern, and hearing my nickname again, pushed everything else from my mind. He was still mine. He’d always been mine. And now that I had him, I needed more.
“Yes,” I rasped. “Don’t stop. Please, Max.”
I rocked my hips as I breathed, cueing him to move.
He set a slow, but steady pace, giving me more time to adjust without driving us both to madness. But that quickly changed as I lifted my hips to meet his.
As soon as I was ready, he didn’t hold back.
Every fervent stroke of his cock touched places inside me I hadn’t known existed. My whole body tingled, muscles tightening almost instantly. Building my climax swiftly, I breathed through it as each thrust hit deeper than the last.
He didn’t stop or slow. As if he wouldn’t rest until he’d cemented his place inside me.
As if he didn’t realize he was already there.
When he grabbed my hips, lifting me to meet him and slamming home over and over again, a strangled cry left my throat. He tightened his grip, going harder, and pleasure burst through my core. My vision danced with stars, and as he used my body in the throes of climax, a second orgasm crashed through me unexpectedly.
Hit with a wave of euphoria, I thrashed against the bed.
His lips sucked deeply at the hollow of my throat, trailing to my breast and taking my flesh into his hot and needy mouth.
