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Positioning, his granite flesh advanced an inch, and stopped. No air would be enough for his lungs. Another torturous inch. Stop. He trembled all over now, knowing he was too big for her diminutive frame. One more devastating inch. A death sentence.
“What are you doing?” She asked feverish.
“I do not want to hurt you.” He panted.
At once, her legs surrounded his hips. And pulled him deep inside her hot moist channel. Merciless.
A groan escaped her, head thrown back, the picture of pleasure.
His grunt was pure torment. He slid in her, she sheathed him tight, torturously tight.
The diminutive hurricane!
“Does this solve your problem?” She asked breathless.
“No.” He breathed on the verge of an earthquake. “It makes it worse.”
“Then make it worse.” She goaded.
He filled every single nook of her, the sensation so melting, she found no pain to talk of now.
For the first time, he did what she said. And moved out, to come in deeper. Then out anew, to fill her up as he returned.
One of his arms laced her waist on the bed and she held him like a vice as they undulated on the mattress against the fire light.
He made it worse. She heated to febrile extremes as he came and went, each time throwing her in a more agonising furnace.
Tousled hair over his brow, sweat shining on his skin, muscles flexing and bunching, green gaze fixed on her with the hunger of a wolf.
He took her faster, hitting in her blindly. The surge of heat originated from an abyss inside her and she exploded in thousands of shards pinpricking her entirely. She screamed his name for the second time as ripples and more ripples clenched in her.
His rugged face crumped, before stretching in stiff tension, his thrusts broken, mindless. With a wild grunt, head thrown back, he froze at the same moment he poured his passion in her to the last drop.
The storm subsided little by little.
Bristle jaw buried in her neck, he found peace at last. They lay on the bedsheets joined and clasped to each other for a long period.
Muscled length sliding to the mattress, he brought her with him and covered both.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked grave, inhaling the perfume of her hair.
The warmth of him surrounding her gave a sense of contentment difficult to understand. Like everything today. Had someone told her yesterday she would end up sated in his bed tonight, she would have laughed her heart out. To revel in this summarised everything she wanted for the time being.
Her head half turned to him. “If this means hurt, hurt me many more times.” A faint smile on her swollen lips.
A hand caressed her side. “Be sure I will.”
This listed as all she needed to learn. She burrowed further in him as her throat drafted a sound of approval.
“You are the only woman who ditches a man at the altar and then gives him a wedding night.” A tint of amusement dropped in his deep voice.
“You deserved the ditching.” She said lightly.
“I am not complaining, mind you.” He tightened his arms around her. “Would not think of it.”
“Is that so?” Her hands came over his strong hair sprinkled forearms.
“Hell, Aileen!” His lips grazed her shoulder. “You almost turned me inside out.”
