Something in him cracks. I watch it happen—his eyes go from stormy gray to black.
He kisses me again, harder this time, more desperate. His fingers slide inside me, and I arch off the bed. The intrusion is strange, tense, not quite painful, but not comfortable either.
“That's it,” he says. “Take what you need.”
I want him inside me. I've neverwantedthis before, butafter feeling him make me climax, I feel incomplete. I need him inside me.
“Atta girl.”
He pushes himself up, slowly undressing. When he shoves his jeans down, I reach for his cock, warm and throbbing in my hand. I can hardly breathe.
My hands fly to his shoulders as he positions himself. He presses the head of his cock to my entrance, gently nudging inside.
He inches forward, and a burning sensation takes over. My fingernails dig into his skin, and I try to relax, but…
“Fuck, you're so tight.” He groans. “So fucking perfect.”
Another inch and I whimper.
“Bianca—” He freezes.
“Don't stop. Please don't stop.”
“You're crying.” He looks devastated. “I'm hurting you.” He goes to pull away.
“No. I need you. Please, Ashland. I want this. I want you.”
“Aye, lass, almost there. Just a little more. There you go.” He pushes forward in one final thrust, and I cry out as he fills me completely.
It's exactly what I want and nothing like I expected. It's intense and overwhelming, but beneath it, there's something else. Fullness. Rightness. Connection.
He's inside me. He's mine now too.
“Breathe, love,” he whispers. “Just breathe.”
I force myself to relax, to adjust to the intrusion. Slowly, he builds a rhythm. Very slowly, the burn fades to a dull ache, and then something else. Something beautiful begins to build.
“Okay,” I whisper. “I'm okay.”
He starts to move, slow and careful, shallow thrusts. “So fucking perfect.”
The movement sends sparks through my body.
“More,” I whisper. “Show me.”
He thrusts again, harder. “Mine.”
His hips snap against mine. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I whisper. “Yours.”
“Say my name,” he growls before another thrust. “Say it so you remember who owns you when you come.”
“Ashland.” My voice is choked as pleasure and emotion tangle together. “Ashland,please.”
“What do you need?”
“Everything. All of it.”
