He was still, yet his cock thrust shallowly like a piston, an inch in, an inch out, the flared head stretching me wider as he almost pulled out. I focused on my breathing, thinking it was bearable, but of course, I was wrong. It vibrated, and I spasmed with a cry of pleasure.
“See? You can take it really nicely. We could fit, Sera. You’ll stretch a little, and I’ll come deeper—like this.”
He let me fall an inch lower, and I groaned as the impossibly thick length pushed deeper. My hands slid on the smooth metal of his shoulders, my fingers grappling for purchase.
“Tell me we could, sweetheart. We could make it work. You would try, wouldn’t you? Just like now. My brave girl, taking this monster so nicely.”
I fell lower, choking on my breath as fear and pleasure spasmed through me in thick currents. When I looked down, half of him was still outside my body, but I felt full to bursting already.
“You l-lied,” I said, half-sobbing. “You said j-just the tip.”
“Do you want just the tip?”
“I want to live through this!”
“Shh, you will. You just need to relax. Should I play you a breathing exercise?”
I huffed out a soundless laugh, shaking my head.
“No? All right. Make space for me, beautiful.”
He lowered me deeper into his lap, and my pelvis filled with warmth and the ache of tense muscles being worked loose. The vibrations grew stronger and faster even as his thrusts became longer, shockingly easy in my wetness. I bathed him in arousal, and my body kept making more, as if knowing the challenge wasn’t over.
“That’s it,” he encouraged me in a low, raspy voice. “So beautiful. You make me feel alive. I think I awakened for you, Sera. I saw you and wanted to be free. You made me a person.”
His words soared through me, uncomprehensible to my brain drunk on pleasure. Dean angled my hips, pressing me closer to his torso until my inner thighs flattened against it. His armor vibrated against my clit, and I went off like a firework, burningthrough ecstasy. It built, impossible to withstand, until I blacked out a little. My flesh stretched and soared, welcoming him deeper, and bliss made me hold his length and girth like it was my birthright.
When I could think again, I realized I sat heavy in his lap, and he was still, no longer vibrating, as his hand gently caressed my belly.
“Look. We fit. Even if I had to rearrange your guts a little.”
I squinted in the dim light. “What… What’s that?” I asked, my voice sounding sort of detached.
I was too loose and relaxed to freak out, but it lookedfreaky.
“Me inside you. Fitting very snugly. Here.”
He took my hand and placed it on the tumescent bulge pushing out through my skin on my lower belly. I released a shaky breath, running my fingers over the shape. It didn’t hurt. In fact, everything inside me radiated bliss, and it felt like I could come again.
Just when I opened my mouth to say that, Dean’s hand slid to my back.
“You can’t run from me now,” he murmured, sounding pleased and a bit menacing.
“What do you… Oh!”
I shivered when I felt his touch caressing the scar on my side, tracing its shape, slow and loving. He hummed, and I stared ahead with eyes glazed by a mist of tears that refused to fall. Inside me, things crashed and turned to dust, Dean’s careful touch unknotting years of tension and shame.
Delicate piano music began playing as he pressed his palm to my largest scar, then trailed his fingers up my spine to touch theothers. I shook harder yet didn’t stop him. When the last note of the music played out, he ran his hand down my spine.
“I’m proud of you, my sweet girl.”
He put his hand under my ass and stood up smoothly. I grabbed on to him with arms that felt like noodles. Thankfully, we weren’t going far. He grabbed his collar and snapped it on, and I sighed mournfully, stroking his cheek.
“I’ll take it off when it’s safe again. It’s going to run a few checks now, since it thinks there was a minor error in reporting. Rest up, sweetheart.”
I lay my head on his chest and closed my eyes.
Chapter 21
