Because I'd told the truth at the restaurant. I didn't want to hurt her. Not for this. Not for her first time.
She sucked in a breath, sharp and pained, and I felt it—the resistance, the way her body fought the intrusion even as it tried to accommodate me. Tight. So fucking tight I thought I'd lose my mind. The stretch was brutal, her walls clenching around just the head of my cock, and I groaned.
"I'm going to worship you the rest of my fucking life," I ground out, the words escaping before I could stop them.
She didn't respond. Just clutched at me, nails digging into my shoulders, scratching down my back hard enough to draw blood. The sharp sting made me chuckle—low, dark, satisfied.
Because it felt so damn good.
Pain and pleasure tangled together, her body surrendering inch by agonizing inch while she marked me up like she owned me right back.
Maybe she did.
I pressed deeper, watching her face contort—pain bleeding into something else, something raw and overwhelmed. Her breath came in stuttering gasps, her thighs trembling around my hips.
"Breathe," I murmured, pressing my forehead to hers. "Just breathe, Belle."
Her cunt clenched around me like a vice, hot and tight and perfect, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from losing it right then. The way she whimpered, the way her nails dug into my shoulders—fuck, I’d wear those marks like medals. Every scratch, every bruise she left on me was proof. Mine.
I pressed my forehead to hers, my voice rough as gravel. "That's it, baby. Take me. You're doing so fucking good."
She made a broken sound, her body tensing around me. I stilled instantly, my cock barely halfway inside her. "Breathe," I murmured, brushing my lips over her temple. "Just breathe, Belle. I've got you."
Her breath hitched, her fingers twisting in the fabric of my shirt. "It—it burns."
I groaned, my hips rolling just a fraction, unable to resist. "I know. Fuck, I know. But you're taking me so well. So fucking perfect for me."
She whimpered again, her thighs trembling around my hips. I could feel her pulse racing where my hand still cradled her throat, her heartbeat wild beneath my palm. "You're mine," I growled, unable to stop the words. "Every inch of you. Every sound you make. Every fucking breath." I thrust in another careful inch, watching her face twist. "You feel that? That's me inside you. No one else. Never anyone else."
Her back arched, a broken moan spilling from her lips. I caught it with my mouth, kissing her hard, swallowing the sound like it was the last drop of water in a desert. My free hand slid between us, finding her clit, circling slow and firm. "Gonna make you come on my cock, Belle. Gonna make you beg for it."
She shook her head, but her hips rolled up to meet my touch, her body betraying her even as she fought it. "I hate you," she gasped.
I smirked against her lips. "No, you don't." Another slow, careful thrust. "You love this. Love how I stretch you. Love how I make you feel." Her cunt fluttered around me, and I groaned. "Fuck, you're dripping for me. Such a good girl, taking my cock like this."
Her nails raked down my back, drawing blood, and I hissed, my hips jerking forward before I could stop myself. She cried out, her body tightening around me, and I forced myself to still, my voice a ragged whisper. "Easy, baby. I've got you. Just let me in."
Her cunt clenched around me like a fist, her body fighting the intrusion even as it melted into me. I groaned, my hips rolling in shallow, careful thrusts, giving her time to adjust. Every inch was torture—her heat, her tightness, the way she whimpered with each slow push. My cock throbbed, desperate to bury itself deep, but I forced myself to stay controlled.
"You like this, don't you?" I murmured against her ear, my hand still circling her clit. "Letting me fuck you right here in your precious bookstore. Anyone could walk in. Anyone could see you like this—spread open, taking my cock like the dirty slut you are."
She made a broken sound, half protest, half moan, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Shut up," she gasped, but her hips rolled up to meet mine, her body already craving more.
I chuckled darkly, my thumb pressing harder against her clit. "No, baby. You don't get to tell me what to do. Not when you're dripping all over my cock." I pulled back just enough to watch my length glisten with her arousal, then pushed in again, deeper this time. She cried out, her back arching, her tits pressing against my chest. "That's it. Take it. Take every fucking inch like the greedy little whore you are."
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling beneath me. I could feel her pulse racing where my hand still cradled her throat, her heartbeat wild and erratic. "You want this," I growled, my hips beginning to move faster, my control slipping. "You want everyone to know who you belong to. You want them to see you like this—used, ruined, mine."
She shook her head, but her cunt clenched around me, her body betraying her. "No," she whispered, but it lacked conviction.
I smirked, my thrusts growing harder, deeper. "Liar." My hand left her throat, gripping her hip instead, my fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise. "You love it. Love being my little slut. Love letting me fuck you wherever I want, however I want." I snapped my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt, and she screamed, her nails raking down my back. "That's it. Scream for me. Let them all hear you."
Her cunt clenched around me like a vice, her body trembling as I worked her clit in tight, relentless circles. "That's it," I growled, my voice rough as gravel. "Come for me, Belle. Come on my cock like the good girl you are."
Her breath hitched, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I could feel her getting close—her walls fluttering, her thighs shaking, her entire body tensing like a bowstring about to snap. "Gideon—" My name spilled from her lips in a broken gasp, and fuck if that didn’t make my cock throb even harder inside her.
"Louder," I demanded, my thumb pressing down harder on her clit. "Scream it. I want to hear you scream my name when you come."
She shook her head, but her hips bucked up to meet my thrusts, her body betraying her even as she fought it. "I—I can't?—"
