Page 42 of Merciless King

That’s when he slid a finger inside me. I arched and cried out. He dragged it out then slid it back in several times before adding another. He found that spot inside me and stayed deep with his fingers, concentrating on it, while his thumb slid over my clit. The pressure started building.

“Christ, London, you’re so tight, sweetheart, so fucking hot.”

It broke suddenly and I started coming, screaming out his name in total abandon, riding his fingers in a way I didn’t even know I knew how to do.

When the last of the pleasure pulsed through me I blinked my eyes open. Van was staring down at me, expression so fierce and heated I didn’t know what to say. Which was fine since I wasn’t sure I was capable of speech.

He rolled to his side, shucked off his jeans and boxers, and yanked open the bedside drawer. I watched as he pulled out a condom, tore it open, and rolled it down his incredibly long, thick cock. I swallowed the lump in my throat when he moved back between my thighs, coming down on top of me.

His mouth slid across mine, sucking my lips, tongue delving deep and slow and perfect. I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. The head pushed inside, stretching me. Van lifted to his hands and looked down between our bodies, then back into my eyes…and he thrust inside me.

I cried out, unable to hold it in. The shock of it, the way he felt inside me, the fullness, the hardness of him. So hard.

He held still, face strained as I spasmed and fluttered around him, adjusting.

“Look at me, London,” Van said, voice incredibly rough.

Van

She stared up at me, eyes bright, lips parted, and the woman took my fucking breath away.

Christ.

I’d known, hadn’t I? Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d known. If I hadn’t been tipped off by the sweet, unschooled, and sexy-as-fuck way she’d kissed me back, or the fact that no one had ever gone down on her—the look of surprise when I slid home had. Not to mention the way she moved a little awkwardly beneath me, not one hundred percent sure what she should do.

Her pussy gripped me so tight. I could feel her clutching at me, adjusting to having me inside her. It was making me fucking crazy. I wanted to let loose, fuck her hard and deep.

Sweat beaded on my forehead from the strain of holding back.

“Wrap your legs around my hips,” I rasped. “That’s it, sweetheart.” I reached down, lifted her ass higher, and finally started to move, holding her where I wanted her, taking her like I’d wanted to for so damn long.

There was no pain, just pleasure in her eyes, transforming her expression as I slid out then slowly filled her again. She clung to me and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Everything she was feeling was written on her face.

I started to move faster, thrusting harder, because there was no damn way I could hold back any longer. She whimpered, the sound hitting me in the balls. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, little nails scoring my skin. The bite of pain turned me on even more.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she cried out.

She didn’t need to worry about that. The way she gripped me like a vise, how perfect she felt, made me want to stay where I was, planted deep inside her for the rest of my life.

She was close; I could tell by the way she bit at her lip, by the way her nails dug deeper into my back, by the increased urgency in her cries.

Beautiful didn’t come close to the way I saw her.

I’d never forget what she’d just given me.

I should have said no. I should have sent her to her own room, because, yeah, I’d suspected she was a virgin, if I was honest. But I took what she offered anyway. Because I’d never wanted anything or anyone more in my entire life.

London might be shy, but she was a grown woman. She knew what she wanted. And for tonight she wanted me. I was just too fucking thankful of that to second-guess it.

To second-guess her.

I was more than okay with being her first, because I knew I couldn’t be her only. I hated it, but that was how it had to be. I was no good for her, not for the long term.

I leaned in and kissed her again. I couldn’t get enough of her mouth. “You gonna come for me, baby?” I said against her kiss-swollen lips and thrust deep, grinding against her.

She arched, lips parting.

“Give it to me, London. Let me feel it,” I gritted out, right there with her.