Page 107 of Filthy Twisted Devil

Still, I’ll have to endure it. I made a plan with an end date and a staged breakup, and I have no choice but to follow through. I’ll deal with that then. Now, I want to enjoy the few days I have left. I want to have this vulnerable moment with the man I trust the most. I want him.

“Please,” I whisper. Luke shudders like he’s just as desperate as me, and he gives in.

“Eyes on me,” he says softly. “Breathe with me.” He takes a slow breath, and I match it. Another. Then⁠—

Luke presses inside me, slow and impossibly careful. The stretch is uncomfortable but bearable. After a couple of inches, I feel a sharp sting, and I wince from the pain. He lowers his forehead to mine, his body shaking as he holds himself back.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t look away. He stares into my eyes, refusing to shirk from my pain. He stays still long enough that the pain slowly ebbs away, and the fullness of him becomes something else entirely. I tilt my hips, testing it, and a small throb of pleasure spreads through me. Luke smiles, relief filling his eyes.

“That’s right,” he murmurs. “It’s starting to feel good, isn’t it, wildflower?”

“Yes.”

“Can you take a little more for me?”

I nod eagerly. The worst is over. The pain might not be totally gone yet, but I can see the other side. He pushes in slowly, stretching me half an inch more.

“Just like that,” Luke says, nuzzling against my neck. “Let me fill you up, wildflower.”

So slowly, he rocks into me, spreading me a little more each time. He whispers good girl and I’ve got you and so perfect, his lips moving against my forehead and cheek. I’m a mess of shivers and trembling muscles, my fingers digging into his back as he sinks deeper and deeper into me.

Luke’s just as careful as I always knew he would be. When he finally pushes fully in, his hips go flush with mine and we both groan with satisfaction.

“You’re mine now, Eden Locke,” he says, wrecked, like the words escaped without his permission. “And if I have my way, I’ll be so much more than your first. I meant to be your only. Your last.”

“You got through it, baby.” He kisses my forehead, my cheek, my lips. “I knew you could.”

I sigh, savoring the feel of him. It’s beyond what I expected. I’ve used vibrators plenty of times before, and I even used a vibrating dildo as PrairieSmoke. I thought Luke’s cock would feel like that, but it’s different—warm and pliant, and so damn hard at the same time. It’s so, so much better than any toy.

He rocks out of me less than an inch, then back inside. His pace is slow and so controlled, never pushing me back to that place of pain. Every gentle thrust stokes that spark of warmth in me, until my body is pliant under his. My legs curl around his hips, urging him closer, and he chuckles.

“That’s right, wildflower. Take what you need.”

Propping himself up on his elbow, he reaches down to rub light circles around my clit. It adds a new layer to the heat spreading through my lower belly. I tilt my hips, exploring the feeling of him stretching me open. I shift a little and—oh.

Luke smiles. “Right there, huh? That’s where it feels good?”

He adjusts his weight and then he’s hitting that sensitive spot inside me with every thrust. The upward curve of his cock drags against me, making me feel every drag of him. My breaths turn to throaty gasps as he uses his cock and his fingers to draw out my pleasure into an overwhelming rush of heat. I cling to his back, my nails digging into his skin.

Nothing has ever felt like this. Not my vibrators, not Luke’s fingers, not even his mouth felt this devastating. I’m too full, but I still want more. The pain’s mostly gone, but the rawness makes my pleasure sharper. My body is taking more than it ever has, my measure of what good feels like has ratcheted up past what I knew was possible.

Luke’s face above me, fully focused on me, is the only thing keeping me tethered. Conscious thought exits my brain, swept away by heat and touch. I’m reduced to a mass of sensation, completely controlled by this man.

The whole time, he never stops moving, never stops driving me toward a point I’ve never reached.

“Oh, god,” I whisper. “So good—I⁠—”

My eyes squeeze shut as the orgasm rushes through me, wringing any tension out of my muscles, leaving me feeling soft and boneless. Luke strokes my hip and peppers kisses over my cheeks, anchoring me through it.

As the last tremors move through me, I’m left stunned and trembling. I didn’t expect it to feel so overwhelming, so much. Luke’s lips claim mine, his tongue invading my mouth, a sloppy, desperate kiss. Like it was as hard for him to endure my orgasm as it was for me to ride it.

“Good girl,” he rasps. “So goddamn good.”

Then his arm is urging one leg higher, up over his shoulder and his cock is buried deeper inside me than I ever thought possible. I let out a shuddering moan, and he shakes his head.

“You have to be quiet, Eden,” he chastises me. “I’m going to fuck you harder now, and you can’t make noises like that. Do you need me to cover your mouth?”