I can't answer right away, trying to adjust to the feeling of being so completely filled. He's only halfway in, and I already feel split open, impaled on his cock.
"Just—just give me a second," I manage, breathing through the discomfort.
Ramsey's hand comes up to my face, stroking my cheek with tenderness.
His thumb brushes away a tear I didn't even know had fallen.
"Breathe for me, Reese," he murmurs, his voice gentle despite the strain evident in his tense jaw. "I've got you."
I focus on his touch, on the warmth of his palm against my skin. The burning sensation between my legs gradually subsides, replaced by a dull ache and a strange fullness that's not entirely unpleasant.
"Okay," I whisper, my hands sliding up his tattooed chest. "I'm ready. You can move."
He studies my face for a moment, as if making sure I'm telling the truth, then slowly—so fucking slowly—pushes deeper. I gasp as he fills me completely, stretching me in ways I've never experienced.
"That's it," he praises, his lips brushing against my forehead. "You feel so fucking good. You were made for my cock."
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting more of that delicious friction.
"Harder," I demand, my nails digging into his back. "I won't break."
Something dark flashes in his eyes. "Yes, you will," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I'm going to fucking break you apart and put you back together. They say stars explode, and I’m gonna make you shatter, my sweet little north star."
He pulls out almost completely, then slams back into me, making me scream. The pain is giving way to something else now—a hot, volatile pleasure that radiates from where we're joined.
"Look," he commands, pulling out again.
I glance down and see his cock glistening with my blood and arousal, a sight that should disgust me but instead makes heat flood my core.
"Fuck, Reese," he groans, staring down at himself. "Your blood on my dick. Like I’ve been anointed by you. Marking me as the first, the only." His eyes meet mine, wild and possessive. "This is sacred, do you understand?"
The raw possessiveness in his voice makes me clench around nothing.
"Please," I beg, reaching for him. "I need you back inside me."
He doesn't wait for me to beg twice. His cock pushes back inside me with one smooth thrust, and this time the pain is almost gone, replaced by a fullness that makes me gasp. His eyes never leave mine as he starts to move, setting a slow, torturous pace that has me squirming beneath him.
He lowers himself, pressing his chest against mine, skin to skin with nothing between us. The galaxy of tattoos onhis chest rubs against my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
"Never want anything between us. Just you, always wrapped around me. Bare. Raw. Mine."
His mouth finds my nipple, and I cry out as he sucks it between his teeth. The sharp sting sends lightning straight between my legs, making me clench around him.
"You like that?" he growls against my skin, moving to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. "Like it when I'm rough with you?"
"Yes," I gasp, arching into his mouth.
"Damn fucking right," he growls, his pace becoming punishing, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. "And now I want you to cum all over my dick. Show me how good I make you feel."
"I can't—" I choke out, my body tensing as something builds inside me, a pressure that threatens to tear me apart.
"You can and you will," he demands, his teeth grazing my nipple as he pinches my clit just right. "Cum for me, Reese. Now."
My body obeys before my mind can catch up, pleasure exploding through me like a supernova. I scream his name as my pussy clenches around him, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me until I'm shaking, sobbing, clawing at his back.
"That's it," he praises, still thrusting through my orgasm, prolonging it. "So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me."
Before I can fully come down, he flips us in one smooth motion, his cock still buried deep inside me.Suddenly I'm on top, straddling him, impaled even deeper than before.
