Page 73 of The Wrong Groom

“I mean it.” I turn my head, teasing his ear with my lips. “I want to feel you. All of you. Nothing else.”

A low groan rumbles in his chest. “You’re going to be the end of me.”

Then he turns his head slightly and he’s kissing me, deep and starving, his tongue demanding entrance and slanting against mine. I love how he handles me, somehow toeing the line between rough and careful, holding back just enough for me to feel safe while giving me a taste of what it feels like to be consumed by someone.

That’s part of what makes him impossible to resist. This man could undo me completely if he wanted to, and the way he’s making me feel right now, I think I’d let him.

He breaks the kiss as suddenly as he started it, leaving me gasping, my lips tingling. He frames my face in his hands and holds my gaze. “I’m going to make this so good for you. I promise.”

I shiver as nerves and adrenaline and heat tangle together inside me. I know he means it, but I can’t help but still feel a little worried. I want to make it good for him too. Some irrational part of me wants to give him something he’ll never be able to forget, wants this memory to be one that lingers with him long after the three year dissolution of our marriage.

My teeth are digging into my lower lip, but I don’t even realize it until Gabriel reaches down to tug it free, kissing away the sting from where I bit too hard.

“You’ve got this,” he murmurs. “Just relax. Let your husband treat you like the queen you are.” His voice is quiet, and my heart skips when he notches himself at my entrance. “Take a deep breath for me.”

I nod through the noise in my head, and he starts to press forward, slowly easing into me. It’s a tight fucking fit, and as the smooth head of his cock stretches my entrance, my breath leaves me in a rush.

“You already feel incredible,” he tells him, his voice strained. “Are you okay to keep going?”

“Yes.”

He gives me a moment to take another breath, then keeps pressing in. As hard as I try to stay relaxed like he said, the sheer size of him is staggering. I thought having two of his thick fingers inside me was a lot, but this? This is on a different plane entirely.

It’s not quite comfortable, but he waits after each press forward, giving me time to adjust, and after a while the sharp pinch begins to fade away, and the spark of pleasure that lights in its place is like a full-body high.

“Oh my god…” I can barely get the words out.

“You’re so tight,” Gabriel rasps, but the way he says it makes it clear he’s not mad about that in the least. “That’s my good girl. We’re almost halfway.”

I can hardly believe him, so I glance down between us, and the sight of his veiny cock disappearing inside me sends a jolt of arousal through me.

“See?” He glances down too, then drags his gaze back up to meet mine. “Look how well you’re taking me. We can stop here if you want. It’s a lot for your first time.”

A shiver wracks through me, and before I can even start to make sense of everything I’m feeling, my head is shaking as if on instinct.

“More.”

It’s the word I always seem to have for anything where Gabriel is concerned, a single-syllable encapsulation of the way he affects me.

He goes still, staring into my eyes, and I catch something flash in the depths of his gray irises. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not. It’s okay.”

He studies me for what feels like forever, and I can almost see the war playing out behind his eyes. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“I promise.” I nod, knowing there’s not a chance in hell that I’ll say anything.

Because it won’t be too much. Nothing about this is too much, despite the fact that it’s pushing my body past every limit I thought I had. When someone is as insatiable as I feel right now, ‘too much’ doesn’t exist.

I want him to let go and show me what it’s really like to be with him. I told him I was tired of being so innocent and I meant it, so the last thing I want is for him to treat me like something fragile that will fall apart at a rough touch.

Gabriel nods, threading his fingers through my hair as he braces his elbows on the table.

His hips rock forward and back, forward and back, pressing a little deeper each time. It’s harder now, my pussy so tight around him that I’m not sure there’s any room left inside me. But somehow, inch by slow inch, I feel him bury himself to the hilt.

My entire body is bathed in a light sheen of sweat, my arms wrapped around him, my nails pressing into the contoured muscles of his back as if that will help ground me. He makes a low, almost animalistic noise as his cock pulses inside me. I can’t believe how intensely I can feel every throb and twitch of his thick length, and I’d almost swear I can even feel the vein running up the underside.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he grits out. “God, I can’t wait any longer. I’m holding on by a thread here.”