Page 103 of The Devil’s Feather

“I’ll be fine, keep going. Last time I was just startled.”

He could split me in half, for all I cared. My world focused entirely on a singular cock. We began again. Now that I knew what to expect, I was better prepared for the stretch. I wiggled against him, encouraging that battering ram to breach my gates. With a downward shove of my hips, the head finally slipped inside me.

I moaned, and he went very still.

“Rafael? Are you ok?”

His eyes unfocused, staring past me. The idea of hitting him when his face was already so bruised and swollen sat uneasily in my belly, but he needed it. I drew back and slapped his face, careful to avoid the fractured cheekbone. He only blinked, so I slapped him with the other hand.

“Again,” he whispered, “harder.”

I put some follow-through into it, turning his head with the force of my slap. Rafael squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. He blinked rapidly for a moment.

That raptorial gaze refocused on my face. “Good, thank you.”

Rafael thrusted into me, hard. I gasped as his cock slammed into my cervix. He drew back and thrust again. I’d always liked a good, rough pounding, but this was a whole new level. Pain built right along with orgasm, shoving me to the brink of sanity. I braced myself against his chest as his fingers sank into my thighs.

“I am…going to…come…” he panted.

“Not yet.” I slapped him again, lighter this time. “Hold it back.”

He grinned, and his hips slowed in their punishing rhythm. I took over the tempo, raising myself as much as I could on my knees, and dropping my weight on his cock. Rafael moaned, long and low in his throat. His abs clenched.

Fresh streamers of fire raced from my cunt to my head with every drop. I dug my fingernails into his pecs and let the blaze take me. He breathed hard through clenched teeth. The tremor started in his thighs.

“Now!” I clenched around his cock with all my might.

The orgasm blistered up from the base of my spine. I threw my head back and screamed as I writhed on his cock. Rafael shuddered beneath me, muscles standing out with the strain of holding himself back.

I took his face in trembling hands and panted out, “You—are—safe!”

His hips slammed into me, and he groaned. Cock pulsing, he released his death grip on my thighs to pound the mattress with the side of a fist. Deeper, harder. He skewered me, thrusting as deep as my body allowed. Into my diaphragm. Into my ribcage. Into the apex of my heart. A roar thundered up from deep within him, gaining force as he let it out. Bass vibrations accompanied each pulsing pump of cum.

Fuck, I was full beyond capacity, but his orgasm kept going. I glanced down at my distended belly. He let out one long groan, arching off the bed to impale me completely. The cry cut off abruptly, and he shuddered to a halt.

Eyes closed, chest heaving; all the tension left Rafael’s body. As I reached to touch his face, he pulled out of me. At least he was gentler this time. He rolled into a fetal position on his side, taut as a piano wire, and covered his face with his hands. His shoulders shook.

“Hey, are you ok?”

A deep sob answered.

“Hey, hey, you did so well. I’m so proud of you,” I cooed, hovering as close as I dared. “I love you. Seni seviyorum.”

The sobbing increased, wracking his body. His skin flushed, highlighting his scars.

Helpless, heart tearing open, my hand floated inches away from his hair. “Can I touch you?”

“Y-yes. Yes.” Rafael sucked in a deep breath. Then another.

I stroked his hair. “You were amazing, and I’ll be amazed if I can walk tomorrow.” I caressed his shoulder, his arm, his back. “You never have to do that again if you don’t want to. I loved every second of it, but I will love every second of being with you in any capacity.”

“You are too good to me,” he breathed. “Ah, my love, my soul.”

Haltingly, Rafael uncoiled. I scooted to sit upright with my back propped up by the pillows. When he finally looked at me, I held my arms out. He rolled over and rested his head in my lap.

Trailing his bandaged hand over the fingerprint bruises now speckling my thigh, he said, “Apologies, beloved. I think my hubris has finally caught up to me.”

I brushed his hair from his face. “What do you mean?”