More? There’s more?
I nod, weakly. “Yes. Please.”
He lifts me onto the bed fully, lays me back, and positions himself over me. Then, steps back and slowly removes his clothes. His robe hits the ground first, giving a perfect display of not only his muscular chest, but his tented boxers, wet with his desire. He removes his boxers without a thought, dropping them to the ground, and my jaw drops.Is every man… as big as these four men? So enticing? And also so frightening at the same time?
How will that possibly fit?
Panic rises for an instant. He sees it, and comes to the side of the bed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “We’ll go slow,” he says.
I nod. “Slow.”
He carefully moves onto top of me, and it’s a shocking reminder of how much bigger these fae kings are than I am. His size dominates me in every way, wrapping all around me. But as he moves on top of me, the feeling isn’t crushing the way I expect. I realize that he’s keeping his weight off of me and take another deep breath.
I trust Cassius. We can do this.
Sucking his way down my throat, he reaches between us and starts to touch me lightly once more. The feeling is comforting. Gentle. Like being wrapped in a warm blanket of pleasure, instead of being beaten over the head with it. I just let him kiss me. Touch me. And close my eyes, trying to keep this moment in my mind forever.
Whatever happens after this. After this night. After the labyrinth. I’ll have Cassius, my men, and this moment, to keep me warm, even on the coldest of nights.
And I already know I won’t regret it.
His touch begins to change. There’s more pressure. More speed. And I can feel my orgasm building again. Just within my reach.
He stops, and I whimper, missing his touch. But I realize it isn’t over. He guides himself to my entrance, and nudges in, just the tip at first. I feel the stretch, the fullness, and it’s both too much and not enough, all at the same time. He holds himself there, breathing hard, letting me adjust.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he says, loud enough for the others to hear.
Oberon grunts, “Of course she is.”
Ashton laughs breathlessly. “You’re lucky, Cass.”
Sylvian just watches, eyes wide, lips parted.
Cassius pushes in a little more, and there’s a more tightness, like he’s not meant to fit inside of me. I wince, but he’s gentle, stopping immediately. “Do you want to stop?” he whispers.
“No. Please. I want this. I want you.”
He kisses me again, and rocks his hips, sliding in a little more each time. A little more. Then, he pauses.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” I whisper.
He shoves deeper and pain explodes inside of me. I gasp, and he holds himself perfectly still.
“It should only hurt for a minute. Then, it’ll be done.”
And, he’s right. The pain recedes. His warmth, his presence, it pushes it away. The pain is replaced by pressure, then by a swelling pleasure that builds.
“Ready?” And he sounds like he’s losing control.
I dig my fingers into his back. “Ready.”
He thrusts deeper and deeper inside of me until I know there’s nowhere further to go, and then he keeps going. By the time he’s done, I’m clinging to him like I’m lost in a storm. He sucks down my neck, waits, and I slowly feel myself relaxing. Adjusting to him.
Without a word, he pulls back out, then thrusts back in. I cry out, but this time it’s not from pain. Pleasure unravels inside of me and as he continues to thrust in and out, as every hair on my body stands on end.This… is so good. So freaking good. Why in the world did I wait this long to feel something this amazing?
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “Perfect for me. For us.”
