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"You don’t seem happy about it."
"Not like I have a choice."
"But you’re giving me one now?"
"Always." He lowers his voice to a hush, "Only you have the power to wreck me."
There’s something in his eyes, something I can’t quite unpack. A mixture of anger, helplessness, and lust…and love? Is he in love with— I gasp, for something big and blunt edges the forbidden hole between my butt-cheeks.
“You know why I’ll never fuck you from behind, not even when I’m taking your arse?”
I shake my head.
“Because I want to see you when I shag you. I want you to see my eyes as I bury myself inside you. I want you to be aware of who’s bringing you to climax. Every second that your body responds to mine, I want you to be conscious of who’s wringing pleasure from you.”
Oh my god. Just when I think he can’t outdo himself, he comes up with words which will be seared into my memory forever. A thousand bees hum under my skin. Sweat beads my lips. I open my mouth to tell him I want him to fuck me any which way he wants. That he can have me anytime, anywhere, in any position. That he doesn’t need to ask me for permission. That I’d prefer for him to not ask. That I want him to surprise me, shock me, break me... And put me back together in a form that carries his name etched into every fabric of my being. But nothing comes out. My brain cells have frozen. The words have turned to shards of ice in my throat.
He searches my features and frowns. "Yes or no, Goldie?"
When I stay silent, his jaw tics. A shutter comes down over his eyes. His features turn into that mask that doesn’t allow me to read his thoughts, but I know now, this is how he puts up walls. This is how he hides that caring, sensitive man inside who feels too much. It’s why he puts up the barriers—so he doesn’t get hurt. It’s why we’re the same in so many ways, and yet, we're also the opposite of each other. It’s why I’m so drawn to him. It’s why I know I can trust him. It’s why I’m going to give up my remaining virgin hole to…him. Only him.
"Yes," I murmur. "Yes," I tip up my chin and say in a stronger voice.
His shoulders relax. "Thank fuck." He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me. I taste myself and him, and it’s a combination that melts any remaining doubts I had. I’m his. Irrevocably. No one has made me feel so safe as him. I hook my legs around his waist, push up, and his cock breaches my forbidden hole. Pain shivers up my spine. I groan into his mouth, and he stares deeply into my eyes as he stays. Stays. Allows me to adjust to his size. Which I don’t think I ever will. "It hurts," I manage to choke out.
One slide of his lips twists. "Good."
"What?" My gaze widens. "What did you say?"
"Relax, I was joking."
"You don’t joke." I frown.
He straightens his lips. "I don’t. I thought I wanted to see you in pain. Now, I’m not so sure."
"You’re confusing me," I whisper.
"I’m confusing myself," he says through gritted teeth. "You feel so fucking tight, so hot, so fucking everything. It’s better than anything I’ve experienced in my life."
A bead of sweat slides down his temple. Before I can stop myself, I lift my head and lick it off. His blue eyes flash, a thousand little sparks joining the silver ones already there, and oh god, it’s like I’m peering into his soul. Remember, I said he feels too much? I had it wrong. It so much more than that. He perceives every single emotion deeply, much more deeply than me. And he’s been hurt…By me?
I swallow. That's not possible. Since we met, I’ve been helpless in front of his dominance, his charisma, the force of his personality. Since we met, he’s been in charge of whatever it is that sparks between us, that connects us and pulls us together even more strongly when we try to stay apart. He’s known it; I’ve known it. Only, I’ve never known how to harness it, but I thought he had figured it out. Now, I realize, he’s as buffeted by the potency of the chemistry that sparks between us.
"Rick, I lo—"
"Don’t." He swoops down and closes his mouth over mine. His kiss drugs me, the warmth of his body cocoons me, relaxing my muscles enough that when he thrusts forward, my muscles let him sink in an inch, and another. I groan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound, then pulls out until he’s balanced on the rim of my entrance. When he kicks his hips forward, he impales me to the hilt. I cry out, more from the shock of how thick and heavy he feels, how strange the sensation is, how—as he begins to move inside me—how he slides his hand between us and rubs on my clit, how he tweaks my nipple, and my entire body catches fire.
He doesn’t stop kissing me, either. I’m burning up. My brain-cells have long since dissolved into a puddle of want, every cell in my body alive and needing that last push to get me over the edge. I push my breasts up into his chest, dig my fingernails into his shoulders, my heels into his back and meet his next thrust. He hits that intimate spot deep inside. The climax sweeps through me, and when he releases my mouth long enough to growl, "Come," I instantly shatter. He fucks me through my orgasm, and with a low roar, bathes my insides with cum. And when his body weight grows heavier, I feel subsumed by him, buried under him… Exactly how I want it. I close my eyes and instantly fall asleep. When I open my eyes, he’s fully dressed on the chair next to the bed. "We need to talk."
56
Gio
"No." I shake my head. "Don’t do this." I don't realize I’ve uttered them aloud until I hear them reach across the space between us, an involuntary response to what I’m seeing in his eyes. Something I sensed was coming, given the intensity with which he took me. It felt like it was the last time we’d be that intimate. I attributed it to the intensity of the emotions I’ve been feeling, but seeing the bleakness in his eyes? I know, now, I didn’t imagine it. My heart pistons against my ribcage, and my pulse-points go into overdrive. This sense of foreboding.Where is it coming from? I haven't done anything wrong, have I?
"You always mean what you say," I whisper.
He nods.
