The character in my debut novel has a Jacob’s Ladder and takes his obsession with the heroine to new levels.
Just like Leo has done.
Therapy isn’t enough to fix whatever’s wrong in my brain for loving it this much.
I shift my hips to give him better access with his next pass, and I’m not sure which makes desire zap up my spine: his guttural moan against my jaw or the friction. He coats his cock in my wetness as he takes the soft skin of my neck into his mouth, sucking the delicate flesh.
My lower stomach convulses with each wave of desire, and my nails dig into his back, clawing when he picks up themomentum. I gasp when he gently removes the toy, and my muscles clench around nothing in a mixture of pain and need.
Unless he fucks me soon, I’m going to go downhill and last for even less time.
“Leo,” I beg, wrapping my legs around him so he gets the hint.
I want him in me even though parts of my body recoil at the idea. Tears threaten to gather becauseof courseI had to ruin this special moment between us. The night has gone so well.
I might be able to go for longer if I can disconnect from my body. I’d rather be present to imprint tonight into memory, to mark it as the beginning of us, but if that’s what I have to do, then so be it.
He notches his cock at my entrance and presses his forehead against mine. Hazel eyes bore into me, seeking something I can’t make out. “You’ll tell me if it hurts, okay?”
I nod. I can’t taste the lie if it doesn’t come out of my mouth.
Leo eases back enough for both of us to look down, and I watch, hypnotized as he pushes the head of his cock into me, and the only thing I feel is pleasure. The muscles in his abdomen shudder with his groan. I force myself to keep my eyes peeled on where we’re connecting, fighting my body’s reaction to close them to relish in the delicious stretch.
I don’t need to see his face to know he’s watching me, cataloging every twitch and minute movement of my face.
There’s nothing quiet about my moan when the first rung slides into me. Needy, breathy sounds keep spilling out of me as he continues his slow descent, pausing when my brows slam into a straight line from the sudden spike of pain.
He takes my reaction as a result of the resistance he meets. He eases back, but the pain hardly subsides. I try to keep the reaction from my face and reach up to kiss him so he can’t see.
It’s my turn to bite his lip, and I’m acutely aware of how it makes his cock jerk as he pushes himself back in so agonizingly carefully. I don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s too late for caution. The ache won’t go away regardless of what he does. It’s a power struggle between pleasure and pain.
Time will tell to see which wins.
Leo repeats the process of slowly thrusting into me, giving me time to adjust to him. He picks up the pace with each drive of his hips, never letting himself go all the way in.
His gentle care would make me emotional if my need to orgasm didn’t shove itself into the forefront of my mind. The hours of sexual torture are catching up, and the finish line is finally in sight.
But as the tension gathers in my core, so does the ache; it’s shooting into every corner of my stomach, and the pleasure falls back in this race. I will my muscles to unlock.Forcemy eyes to stop watering. I try to make my body relax and just fuckingenjoythis moment, so I can keep hanging on long enough for Leo to come. But it refuses to listen.
The pain multiplies, and the sounds I’m making can’t all be construed as pleasure. Leo freezes beneath my hands.
His concerned eyes find mine. “Tell me how you’re feeling.” It’s a voice full of worry.
“G-good.” I try to distract him by lifting my hips and kissing him, ignoring the pain the first action causes.
He pushes me back, forehead wrinkling. “You’re lying to me.”
“Don’t stop. Please,” I choke out unconvincingly. “I’m fine.”
“You’re in pain, Mina.” He draws out, and the panic sets in. He’s disappointed in me.
“Keep going. Please.” I tighten my legs around him even though it hurts. “What are you doing? Leo?—”
“Mina.” I flinch, prepared for him to confirm every one of the thoughts I had. “There’s no universe where we’re going to have sex while you’re hurting.”
I can hold on long enough for him to finish. It’ll be fine.I’llbe fine. It won’t kill me. I’d rather suffer for a bit longer, as long as he’s not upset that we’ve had to stop because my body can’t operate the way it should.
“I’ll be fi—” My words end in a cry when he pulls all the way out, and the sharp ache spears through my uterus. My entire body trembles at the intensity, and the tears follow as I fist the blankets.
