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“Are you certain that’s what you want? You can handle me inside of you?”
“Yes.”
Dessin towers over me, tossing his shirt to the floor, unzipping his white pants.
“I’ve waited so fucking long.” He takes another look at my spread legs with feverish longing. “To have you tighten around my cock. To fuck you until you remember me.”
I almost ask what he means—but his cock has sprung free, hard and enormous. I gulp or choke on my own saliva. I’m not sure which. My mouth waters at the sight. My blood, muscle, and bone crying out for it to fill me.
I nod my head, even though he hasn’t asked me anything.
“I’ll go slow,” he says, using his strong arms to lower himself, wedging his hips between my legs.
I’m panting, watching the tip nestle on top of my center. “Eyes on me, baby. I’ll let you watch me pull it in and out another time,” he commands, devastatingly deep.
“Okay.”
Slowly, Dessin nudges the head against my opening, working himself in as carefully as he can. And I’m needy, so unbelievably desperate to connect with him wholly. I’m undulating my hips against him, trying to speed him up.
“Skylenna,” he barks. “I’m working my way in so it won’t hurt as much.”
“I don’t care if it hurts.”
He blows out a pent-up breath. “You will.” And he’s in a solid inch, stretching me, not painful, but it is overwhelming.
Another inch. I hold my breath and he watches my reactions closely.
Halfway in and I shriek. A ripping of flesh. A sharp stab of pain. “Easy.”
He nods, stopping, letting me adjust. “God, look at you. So fucking beautiful. You’re trying so hard to take it all.”
I blink up at him, shifting my hips to let him know I’m ready for more. But now he’s retreating, my slickness making it easy for his cock to glide out. Yet not all the way. Another small thrust and he’s in. Retreats. Pushes back in a little farther. And he’s making a mess of me, or it’s the other way around. Because I’m dripping, soaking, lathering him in my aching need.
He’s almost all the way in, but he keeps going back, hesitant to fill me completely.
“Dess—” A wet, slick sound comes from him, pulling his cock out another inch, and his eyes lock with mine darkly.
“Fuck, Skylenna.” And I’m free-falling into his glazed eyes, his sudden feral need to take me in one bite. He isn’t thinking clearly, isn’t in control anymore as he pushes himself to the hilt hard enough that his hand finds my mouth, stifling the scream that tears out of me.
But it doesn’t hurt. It’s delirious ecstasy.
He withdraws again, only to slam back to the deepest spot of my insides. I cry out against his hand, still locked in the impenetrable gaze of his eyes.
I don’t know if it’s from the earlier stings of his entrance, or the fulfillment and captivating adoration of this man that we are closer than we have ever been—but I’m blinking away evidence of internal sobs.
His hand shifts away from my mouth, wiping away tears that run down the side of my face.
I want to tell him right now. How I really feel about him. I want him to tell me back. But as he pumps himself inside of me, over and over again at a slow and steady pace, I can see that look in his eyes. That yearning, that soul-shattering love. That man who will die for me. Who will tear down any man that wishes me harm.
His cock hits that spot that his fingers drummed against last time. I’m hissing as the coils inside me wind up, tighter and tighter, until I’m chasing that high, climbing that hill of pure bliss.
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” he growls, crashing into me until I’m teetering on the edge, begging for more. I’m clenching my inner muscles around his shaft, and all I can make out from him is a rough, throaty rumbling. “Jesus. You’re going to make me—”
But I’m already there, choking on my gasps as I whirl into climactic oblivion.
Dessin pauses to watch me before he unfolds. Before he attacks me in a vicious erotic frenzy, fucking me like a possessed man. Like an uncivilized barbarian.
It’s too much, pounding into my sensitive area until I’m blind with the need to release again. A muffled roaring sound fills my ears, and I’m falling again. But this time, he falls with me. Roaring into my neck as his arms and hands clamp around me as he erupts, going up in smoke and flames. And even as the climax passes over him, softening his muscles, loosening his grip. He still doesn’t let me go.
