Page 121 of Coal Hearts

I pinched.

I pained.

Wincing, I jerked against the pole as his large length invaded and possessed, selfishly and resolutely. But I didn’t tell him no. I didn’t say a damn word.

This was him.

The demon I’d made a bargain with.

A man I’d given my trust to...for better or for worse.

His mouth fell on my cheeks. His tongue lapped up my tears, swift and hot, cleaning me of grief, washing me free from this place.

His cock twitched inside me.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled me.

A rumbling growl echoed in his chest as he ran his tongue to my ear and breathed, “Fuck, you feel—” His hips thrust forward, wedging me harder against the pole. “You feel—” He withdrew and stabbed again.

I flinched.

I hurt.

He pulled away just enough to look at me.

Our eyes locked, and this time...my body had a different reaction.

A quickening.

A fluttering.

His hips rocked in a questing pulse, almost as if speaking to the darkest part of me.

It answered.

Reluctant arousal melted deep within, soothing the pinch and pain, lubricating his invasive penetration.

His jaw clenched as my body slowly submitted.

Heat gathered in my belly.

My thighs trembled around his hips.

The chain jangled above my head as he coaxed me to melt even more, rocking into me with savage little pumps.

And...it did.

I felt it.

Felt liquid heat soothing the last fiery pain he’d delivered.

Felt moisture easing his entry until the smallest threads of passion unspooled.

God, he felt so powerful, so consuming, so...real.

Sex had never felt this intense with Sam. This all-consuming. This deep.

Not that this was sex.