“I don’t care.”
And I didn’t.
I suddenly didn’t care if being with him hurt worse than everything else combined.
“I need you,” I repeated. “Ineedyou, Lucien. I need you so,sobadly.”
He kicked his trousers off.
His scalding nakedness utterly consumed me as he settled between my legs. With a snarl, he grabbed a handful of my thigh, yanking my leg to hook over his hip, opening me even wider. “Then you’ll fucking have me.”
I reached between us and fisted him.
His entire body jerked; his nostrils flaring as he struggled to breathe. Planting his elbows on either side of my head, our eyes locked as I guided the head of his cock to my entrance.
Neither of us rushed.
Neither of us looked away.
My heart pounded,poundedas the hot steel of him nudged the warm silkiness of me.
A guttural groan tore from his throat as he fell on me in a ravenous, ruining kiss. All I could focus on was his heat and weight, holding himself on that knife-edge of taking me.
I squeezed his erection—
A shudder worked down his back as he slapped my hand away.
Fisting himself, he pulled away just enough to look down at me. His eyes burned, no longer just ringed with scarlet but glowing bright red. “The moment I met you...” He notched himself inside me, spreading me far more than his finger did. “I feared you’d be the one to finally kill me.” He sank in the barest inch. “And here you are...” He hovered his mouth over mine. “...killing me.”
Pushing inside me until he reached that barrier, he quaked as he let his cock go and fisted both hands in my hair. He stayed perfectly still, pressing the softest kisses to my lips as if he was worshipping me instead of about to fuck me in the dirt.
“This is going to hurt...” he whispered. “And it kills me that I’ll be the one hurting you.”
I couldn’t catch a proper breath, needing him to do it, hurt me, take me.
“I’m past the point of caring.” I dug my fingernails into his ass, trying to pull him down. “Do it.Please.”
His muscles flexed as he fought me, his elbows digging deeper into the ground. “I’m trying to decide if I do it fast or slow.” He nuzzled my nose with his. “Tell me, Rook. How should I fuck you for our first time?”
I had no logical explanation for how wild he made me, only that I needed him to breathe, to function, to exist.
“I don’t care,” I snapped, wild with hunger. “Just do it.” My hips arched up, seeking, begging. “Please, Lucien. Do it. Take me.Pleasejust—”
“Fuck.” He surged inside me with one tearing impale. Thick and hard, deep and thrusting. He didn’t protect me or treat me gently—almost as if he wanted to get it over with as fast as possible.
It was both the best and worst thing I’d ever felt.
Something tore.
Something ripped.
I screamed as my body split and yielded, becoming his with the brightest flare of agony.
“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He didn’t move, holding himself deep,deepinside me—stretching me unbearably, condemning me to feel every sting of his claiming.
And the pain didn’t stop.
Iwantedit to stop.
