Page 16 of Love Him Like Water

Leaving me dizzy from it.

Tingling and dreamlike.

Not a single thought formed in my mind as Renzo suddenly sat back, his dark gaze on me.

His fingers drifted up and down my thighs, little sizzles of pleasure through a body already drunk on it.

My chest was rising and falling quickly, but I couldn’t seem to catch my breath, or slow the fevered pounding of my heart.

Renzo’s body shifted, but I was so busy watching his beautiful face that I didn’t know what he was doing.

Not until I felt the naked length of his cock rock against my cleft, making my body jolt.

“So sensitive,” he murmured.

Was I?

Sensitive?

Or was it nerves?

Anticipation?

My mind was too foggy, too thick and sluggish to understand my reaction as he rocked against me, the feel of him something foreign, terrifying, needed.

I couldn’t understand that last one, but the ache was back inside me, this strange awareness of the hollowness within me, the need to feel it filled.

His cock was pressing harder, the thick tip of him slipping down from my clit, lower, pushing.

Thoughts crashed together, creating a chaos of fear, or want, or uncertainty.

No objections escaped me, though, save for a slight tensing at the sensation of him, at the way he was pushing against me.

Then, suddenly, he was surging inside, one deep thrust, taking me to the hilt.

The pain screamed through me, making my whole body jolt, my eyes flying open, my mouth parting in a loud cry.

Renzo’s face, so masked with desire a second before, tightened.

His dark eyes cleared, scanning my face as the tears teased, then poured down my cheeks, finding it impossible to think to brush them away when all I could focus on was the burning pain between my thighs as my body objected to the long, thick length of him deep inside.

Confusion twisted his features for a second before his gaze slid down, not stopping until he was looking where our bodies were joined.

“Fuck,” he hissed to himself, his body going ramrod straight.

The look of horror on his face had panic gripping my system.

Then his dark gaze cut to mine, his head shaking.

His voice was a rough scrape against already frayed nerves.

“Lore…”

I sniffled hard, trying to pull it together, trying not to ruin this, despite the pain, despite the desire for it to be over already.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, voice low. “Fuck. Fuck,” he said, this time more to himself, his gaze going between our legs again.

The pain intensified then as I felt him moving inside of me.

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