Page 18 of Love Him Like Water

Her cry had been a bucket of ice water on my own desire that had been so consumed with the way her perfect pussy closed around my cock, my mind clearing instantly, looking up to see her face contorted in pain.

And confusion.

My pulse froze in my veins as my gaze slipped down between her thighs, seeing blood. On her. On me.

Yeah, no fucking wonder her pussy felt like it was made just for me.

She’d never had anyone inside of her before.

Despite the fucked up situation, a strange sort of pleasure built inside of me. This feeling of, I don’t know, possession. Ownership. Like she was mine in a way no one else had ever been.

What the fuck was that about?

I wasn’t the kind of man who gave a shit about virginity or body counts. Fucking was fucking. Fun. Mutually satisfying. A good way to pass an hour or two after a long, stressful day.

I didn’t want to be anyone’s first, anyone’s only.

But now I was, wasn’t I?

Her first.

And she was my wife now.

So her only.

“Christ,” I said, glancing at myself in the mirror, seeing the confusion, anger, and, yeah, I wasn’t proud of it, but desire, on my face.

I was her first.

And I’d royally fucked it the hell up.

Tears had been flooding down her cheeks by the time I realized what was going on, each one telling me what a motherfucker I was.

My stomach tensed, remembering how she whimpered and tried to get away from the sensation as I tried to carefully slide out of her without hurting her. And, clearly, failing at that too.

This entire night was a fucking disaster.

Why had I put my hands on her?

Why hadn’t I just gone to the goddamn guest room and crashed there?

No amount of wishing shit was different was going to change this now, though.

I went to the closet, grabbing washcloths, cleaned myself off, then waited for the tap to run hot to wet another one, taking it with me out of the bathroom.

Lore was still in the same spot I left her, her face buried in her hands, her thighs pressed tightly together.

She didn’t seem to hear me come out, but the second my fingers touched her knees, it was like I’d fucking scalded her, the way she jolted away from me.

“Easy,” I said, trying to keep my voice soft even as the tension built in my system.

I wasn’t good at this shit.

I wasn’t a gentle kind of man.

I didn’t do soft and sweet.

But I had to fucking try just this once.

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