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“But I’ll do whatever I can to make this good for you, okay?”
His eyes were almost black and his brow lightly furrowed. He seemed to be holding something back, but I nodded.
“Have you done this a lot?” I said, then baulked at the question – both the subject matter and the ridiculous timing of it. A small dimple appeared on his left cheek and his eyes danced, though he didn’t smile. He didn’t mock my naivety.
“Not lately.”
I pouted. “Well, that’s a little non-committal.”
His eyebrows rose. “You want to talk about thisnow?”
I closed my eyes feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. “No. I’m sorry.”
His fingertips against my forehead made my eyelids ping and this time he was smiling.
“I’ve had a few relationships – not serious. But…”
His eyelashes cast downwards and I ducked to peek under them.
“…not since the incident.”
His choice of word made me still. He’d saidincident, notaccident. Someone had done this to him on purpose. My chesttightened and my pelvic area stretched, just as Dax’s eyes widened.
“Fuck,” he breathed out.
“What?” I panted slightly at the increasing pressure between my legs.
“You just pulled me in, Rose. I’m almost fully inside you. Are you okay?”
I reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt. “I’m absolutely fine.” Then I drew his lips onto mine and focused on the dance of our tongues as he pushed in the rest of the way. My back arched, trying to escape the pressure, but I clung to him as if he was the key to keeping me safe.
His forehead dropped to my shoulder and a long slow breath warmed my neck.
Seconds passed before he spoke.
“Why do you have to feel so damn good, Rose?”
I had no response. I couldn’t believe my walls would feel good to anybody.
“Why do you have to be so perfect?”
I placed my hands either side of his face and lifted it. His dark eyes bore a blood red halo and he looked as though he’d just been to hell and back, not bliss.
“I’m not perfect, Dax,” I whispered. “I’m far from perfect.”
He studied my face intently. “You’re perfect to me.”
He bent down, took my lips in his and moved. Each time he thrust into me it felt like a deep, dark kiss. Each time he accompanied it with a low grown it felt like a prayer. His hips glided through my inner thighs and his chest grazed my nipples, sharpening them into diamonds. His mouth and tongue were relentless, constantly demanding my attention, drawing it away from the pain that increased inside me.
He pulled away once, to catch his breath and whisper out what sounded like poetry. “This is what heaven feels like.Youare what heaven feels like.”
Sliding a hand under my bottom, he lifted me a couple of inches, sliding even more deeply into my body. My eyes rolled back with unfamiliar sensations. My virginity had well and truly gone now.
“Fuck, Rose,” he said, hoarsely. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Dax—” I gripped him tightly between my thighs and slid a hand round the back of his hot, damp neck. “I’m amazing. Trust me.”
“I can’t believe it. I’m going to come already.”
