“I’m going to make you feel so fucking incredible, I promise.”
I pull back enough to meet his eyes.
He guides me onto my back, the teal velvet sheets soft under my skin.
Crawling between my legs, he slicks himself, then lines up, one hand holding my thigh.
“Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop.”
“Okay.”
The blunt press of him at my entrance makes me tense instinctively, his other hand gliding over my ribs to calm me. He pushes in, trembling as much as I am.
Eyes closed, lips parted, his long raven hair falling back as he pushes in deeper. The stretch burns, has me clawing at the sheets, but then he’s past the painful part, seated fully inside me. My breath breaks out in shaky gasps.
He searches my face. “Talk to me.”
“I’m okay. Fuck, don’t stop.”
He nods, I nod. Mutual confirmation.
Small movements. They send sparks through me until my whole body starts shaking and I can’t even tell why.
My eyes find the mirrors on the ceiling.
His back flexes, the serpent twisting with every movement of his muscles. It looks so alive, coiling and uncoiling, its complex patterns moving in a way that seems to hypnotize me. Just like the way he moves on top of me, ass tightening with every small thrust, or how he kisses me and brushes his hand through my curls in care.
It’s so much more than any other fuck I’ve had in this bed.
It’s my fuck.
Mine.
The first time I’m experiencing what it’s like to give away control.
I always made sure I was the one in control. Never that vulnerable again. Until now.
Because it’s him. And I want him to. I want him to make me feel what I should’ve felt back then, before it was taken from me.Before I was pushed into something I wasn’t ready for, never wanted.
I grip him tighter in my arms, wanting to hold onto him and never let go.
I close my eyes, a single tear squeezing out of the corner of my eye. Just a small one, nothing more than a glistening. I don’t want him to notice and stop. I want to keep feeling everything, every cell in my body alive with it.
My chin shoots up when his careful thrusts change into a deep pounding. It has my chest arching into his, my fingernails digging between his shoulder blades as I let out a moan that is raw, blissful, and desperate for more.
“Baby, you’re taking me so perfect, you know that? I’m going to live here now, you feel so fucking perfect.”
“Love,” I breathe out, skimming the shaved side of his head, looping little circles in his longer strands.
“My precious little Sapphire. You’re mine, completely mine. You understand that?”
“Yours, always.”
The heat of the moment is knocking all sense and reason out of me, but I do feel it. It’s so fucking true.
His thrusts slow, keeping the heat alive before he easing out, my whole body shaking. Hooking his arms under mine, he hauls me up.
He slouches against the headboard. Legs spread, chest heaving, eyes fixed on me.
