Page 54 of Shattered Vows

I pull away and frame his face in my hands. “I want you to make love to me, Kol. I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me, to be joined with you.”

His eyes flash with some emotion I can’t quite place, almost like a mixture of fear and acceptance. But it’s gone in an instant, then he’s trailing his nose down my body, slowly undressing me and kissing each new piece of skin he bares.

My hand goes to the back of his head when he closes his mouth around my nipple, tugging gently with his teeth. Each pull from his lips tugs on my core.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” I whisper.

He raises his head, looking at me with a warmth in his eyes I haven’t seen in four years. He dips his head and brings his lips to mine. Kol kisses me as though I’m the air he breathes and uses his knees to spread my legs wider, settling between them.

I feel how hard he is and nearly cry out when he pushes up off of me, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing, and sits back on his haunches. But I relax when his hands move to the waistband of his pants, and he unfastens them, straightening to get them to his knees, then hovers over me again, using his feet to pull the pants all the way off.

“You’re sure?” he asks before settling between my legs again with the firm press of his rigid length.

I brush my hand over some of the bristle he’s grown over the last couple of days on his face. “You know I am. Please, Kol.”

A soft smile transforms the severe lines of his face. “How could I ever say no when you beg?”

Bracing himself on one arm, he slides his fingers between my folds, finding me wet and ready. When he grabs the base of his erection to line it up with my opening, I get a little nervous for the first time since we arrived in his room.

I’m really going to do this. We’re going to do this.

I look down the line of my body and watch as he pushes into me, notching the head into my entrance. He’s so large that he’s stretching me even though he’s barely inside. He must know because he leans down and kisses me until I forget the discomfort.

“You ready for more?” he asks.

I nod. He flexes his hips again, pushing inside me another inch and halting so that I get used to him. And so it goes for several minutes until we both feel him reach the barrier.

“This will hurt.” Kol’s voice sounds as if it’s going to hurt him more than me. “Ready?”

I suck in a deep breath and nod, trying to brace myself.

“Just try to stay relaxed.” He kisses my forehead at the same time as he pushes inside me, and I gasp at the burning pain, tears welling. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

He kisses me again. It takes a minute for the pain to lessen, and I let myself relax and enjoy the kiss.

“You okay?” he asks when he pulls away.

“I think so.”

He pushes a little farther, waits for me to get used to his size, and repeats the process until he’s fully seated inside me. It’s a foreign sensation, the way he’s filling and stretching me. At first, it’s uncomfortable, but as my body grows used to him, I settle into the feeling.

Kol pulls back slowly before pushing in the same way. He does this a few times, and each time it feels better and better until I grip his shoulders and pull him down to kiss me.

“More,” I murmur against his lips.

He increases his pace as I moan into his mouth. He pulls away from our kiss and buries his face in my neck. “Holy fuck, sweetheart. You’re like a fucking vise.”

That makes me smile. I want him to move even more. I need him to. When I wiggle my hips, he gets the message and slides out of me, then pushes back in with some force this time.

Oh. My. God.

There’s a bit of discomfort, but every single one of my nerve endings is singing hallelujah. After a few more thrusts, the discomfort disappears all together and absolute euphoria passes through me.

One look at Kol’s rigid jaw above me, and I can tell he’s still holding back, and I don’t want him to. I may be a virgin, but I’m not a porcelain doll.

“More, Kol.”

He increases his tempo and holds himself inside me for a beat before he drags himself back out. I grow slicker around him. The sound it makes where our bodies join is vulgar and erotic, ratcheting my desire higher.

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