His expression sharpens into something predatory.
It’s a look that promises me he’s about to prove a point. One I'm not going to forget in a hurry.
Uh-oh. My heart flip-flops. My stomach trembles. I’m a little scaredof what he’s going to do. But also, I’m looking forward to it. My nerve endings spark.
He bends and kisses the corner of my mouth.
"You’re a goddess, and I’m going to make you come so hard. You’re going to forget everything except my name, the touch of my fingers inside you, the feel of my cock in your hole.”
He slips in a third finger, stretching me more. It’s uncomfortable, but I get used to it surprisingly quick.
"You ready for me?"
I look in his eyes and see the warmth. Knowing I can trust him and that he won’t hurt me. He’ll make sure I’m taken care of.
It gives me the courage to nod.
"Good girl."
He replaces his fingers with his dick. Thicker, blunter, so much bigger. I gulp. My stomach bottoms out. I’m nervous. But also, so very turned on. My breasts hurt. My body pings with expectation.
Then he locks his lips over mine and kisses me deeply. A melting sensation overcomes my limbs. My muscles relax. Tension bleeds out from my body. I feel pliant. Like I’m floating. Surrendering. Opening myself up to him.
And when he thrusts forward, his dick slides in past the internal circle of muscles.
A sharp, stretching ache that borders on too much radiates out. My body fights to accommodate him, to make space for the impossible width and heat of him.
He keeps kissing me through it. Soft, reverent kisses that contrast with the intensity of what's happening below.
"You're doing so well," he rumbles against my lips, vibrating through my chest. "Look at you. Taking all of me. Making room for me like you were designed for this. For me."
His hold around my throat grounds me. Reassures me. Tells me how much he wants me.
"You're incredible, Harper." His voice cracks on my name. "My woman. My wife. Mine."
The last word breaks something open in my chest that has nothing to do with the physical fullness and everything to do with the way he'sholding me. The way he’s looking deeply into my eyes. Like I'm something precious he's been entrusted to care for.
He kisses me softly again, while squeezing my throat enough to reduce my air supply to a trickle. And his hardness throbs inside me.
The combination unravels me completely. I relax even more. He pushes in, burying himself to the hilt inside me.
His heartbeat picks up speed; his biceps bunch.
"Does that feel good, baby?” he asks through gritted teeth.
My breath comes in gasps. My pulse rate is through the roof. I’m so turned on, it feels like every pore in my body is filled with lust.
I nod.
Relief shows on his features. His eyes brighten. Then he slowly begins to move. Every time he thrusts inside, the friction causes me to shudder. The burn reduces, lingering at the edges and giving way to this drugging pleasure infiltrating my blood.
He picks up speed, beginning to fuck me in earnest. The next time he thrusts into me, my entire body moves up the mattress.
"I fucking adore you." He kisses me and drives into me again, hitting that secret spot deep inside.
A trembling wells up from the contact and gathers speed. He senses my oncoming climax and looks deeply into my eyes.
“Come with me." He releases his hold on my throat.
