Page 101 of Take My Hand

And I just gave it all back to him with a smile and a buck of my hips, pushing his finger deeper. I’m done with him prioritizing taking it slow and handling me with kid gloves. I want the raw, powerful, takes what he wants and gives it back just as good in return kind of Hayden.

Without another word, he pumps me quicker, still with only one finger until I’ve adjusted. Then he adds a second and the tight fit has my eyebrows creasing and lips parting in a silent gasp.

It doesn’t hurt, but it’s not entirely comfortable either. Sensing it, Hayden’s thumb brushes over my clit and I relax under his touch.

His tongue swirls around my breast but steers clear of the piercings. I love how much he seems to want to pull them into his mouth but is conscious of them needing to heal.

“You’re almost ready for me,” he says, adding a third finger, and after the initial intrusion, I start to grind my hips forward, seeking for more.

I hum in response, knowing I’m ready too.

My heart races as he moves between my legs and strokes a hand over himself, coating his length with lube.

Grabbing my hip with one hand and notching himself at my ass with the other, he gently pushes in.

My muscles involuntarily clench, denying him.

“Relax,” he breathes.

I exhale, closing my eyes and willing my body to let him in.

He presses against me again, a little harder this time, and then slips past that initial resistance and slides in an inch.

“Shit, Hayden, oh my—” He’s so much bigger than his fingers and they did nothing to prepare me for the size of him.

He holds himself still, thumb gently circling my clit, allowing me to get used to feeling him inside. Sweat trickles down the side of his neck and I wish I was sitting up so I could lick it off his skin, letting the salt distract me from the edge of pain as he pushes himself a little deeper.

“Goddamnit, Carter. You’re going to kill me,” he grits out, staring at where we’re joined and watching his length disappear inside of me.

The visual causes my core to clench and he must feel it because he bites down on his teeth and shuts his eyes, breathing harshly while he gets himself under control.

I can tell it’s taking everything in him not to drive himself all the way in, bottoming out inside of me and fucking me with abandon.

But he’s gentle with me, letting my body adjust to this new intrusion that doesn’t really feel like an intrusion at all anymore.

Inch by inch, he slowly enters me until his hips are flush with my ass and he throws his head back with relief.

The wings of the butterfly tattooed on his neck stretch so beautifully across the lines of his jaw, making it razor sharp and so tempting to run my hands over if they weren’t still tied above my head.

When Hayden’s eyes meet mine after a few moments, we silently communicate what is going to happen next. I see it in the fire behind his brown irises and know that he’s on edge.

I give him the smallest smile of approval, and he groans, gripping my hips so hard I hope they leave bruises behind as he pulls out of me. I instantly miss the feel of him inside me, aching and empty. But I don’t miss him for long, because he slams back into me and I cry out.

Partly in pain, but mostly in pleasure. I want this from him. I want the aggression, I want the roughness, I want everything he wants to give me.

“Fuck, Carter. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to break.”

And all I can think is how good it would feel to be utterly broken underneath Hayden Coleman.

He delivers on his promise as he falls into a punishing rhythm and my ass clenches around him, drawing out a hiss.

“You’re doing so fucking good, butterfly. So good.”

It’s hard to see him clearly through the glaze coating my eyes but I moan in response, rolling my hips against his for more.

He’s getting close. I can feel it in his increasing erratic thrusts, can hear it in the shift in his breathing, can see it in the pinch of his brow.

“I know you want to come. Stop holding out on me, Hayden. Give me everything you have.”

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