“Please.”
He did it again, slowly dragging them just outside where I needed them most.
“Ronen,” I whimpered.
“Gorgeous?” he breathed into my ear, smug.
Frustrated, I reached for his hand, about to force his fingers inside me, when he sank two in. Once. Twice. Sharp, quick thrusts. I tensed around them, wishing to keep them there, and he cursed against my neck.
I didn’t think I could ache for him more than I did in that moment. All his taunting and teasing, the dark angel getting his revenge.
He removed his fingers, then his cock nudged my entrance. I writhed, moving my hips to spear myself on him.
He drew back, keeping himself out of reach.
“I take it back. I hate you,” I bit out.
He smiled against my neck and ran his nose up to my ear. “This is your first time. We’re taking it slow.”
“I don’t want slow.” I hooked my legs around his thighs and tried to pull him in.
His hand wove into my hair, yanking back my head so he could nip at my neck. “I want slow, gorgeous.”
I had a feeling he was saying that for my benefit. I opened my mouth to protest, then felt him. The broad tip of his cock pressed into my entrance, the piercings stretching me further. Fire licked through my body at the pressure, both painful and exquisite.
“So wet for me,” he murmured, his voice a delicious caress against my skin.
My eyes fluttered. My core throbbed.
“Fuck me,” I demanded, though it came out more like a moan.
A shaky breath brushed my lips as Ronen held himself back. I could feel how badly he wanted to push in, to move. Instead, he let my body ease around his thickness.
I framed his face, pushing him back enough to gaze into his eyes. The gold captured me in its intensity, in its unguardedness.
“You are mine,” he declared with a gentleness that pierced every doubt. I could feel the undeniable truth not only in his words or the certainty in his emotions, but through the way my soul reached for his, knowing nothing and no one could give me the wholeness I sought. His vulnerability soothed the part of me that had been scared.
“Without end,” I breathed back, ready to accept it all and wear his scars with pride.
Not yet,my future self whispered in my mind.
I flinched.
I wanted to ask why, but I already felt her presence fading, and Ronen pushed in another inch.
I tilted my head back, gasping. He paused, groaning as he licked up my neck. Then another inch. His piercings tormented me with promise. The need for him to move overrode the sweet pain.
I cupped my breasts and teased my nipples, hoping to break him.
“Gorgeous,” Ronen warned, his body literally shaking. He nipped at my ear, my lip, his silent reprimand.
Out of my mind, I grabbed his ass to push him in deeper. One taunting inch. That was all he gave me. My back arched, nipples brushing his chest on breathy gasps and pleas.
“I could hurt you,” he growled, retreating to the edge before thrusting in farther. Still not enough. Never enough. He did it a few more times, closing the distance. His strokes dragged the piercings in and out, but I wanted them deeper. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted to feel him slam into me. He’d worked me up enough.
“I”—I hooked my leg around him—“don’t”—I pushed lusceler intomy muscles, flipping him—“care.” Then I sank down on him, arching into the sweetest pain.
“Fuck,” Ronen breathed, all the gold gone from his irises. “You’re going to ruin me.”
