Page 113 of Manacled Hearts

“I—I didn’t think so. I shouldn’t be.”

I worked hard to keep the faint memories and flashbacks of the two men on top of me at bay. Now, as my body adjusts to the searing burn and the thick length of Finnigan’s cock sheathed deep, I question the little memories I do have.

“I presumed they raped me here, too,” I whisper, the ache straining my voice.

He cocks one eyebrow, the alarmed expressions shifting to a darker, more possessive direction. “Here… too?”

“Well, Frankie B started… umm.” Damn, having this conversation now, in this position, is a whole other level of awkward. “You know—behind.”

Finnigan presses his lips together, swallowing hard. “And you don’t remember them touching you… here.” He’s trying his best to be kind and delicate, but he’s not managing to control the horror and anger marring his beautiful features. I could pay for a mirror at this moment, so I can see what look is on mine.

“The memories from after they drugged me are in pieces, so I assumed because of the pain I felt for a while after. Now I presume it was just… general area trauma?” I attempt a shrug but stop myself midway at Finnigan’s pained shift in his features. I’ve adjusted to what happened to me, but I don’t think he’s processed it.

As the burning between my legs eases, the reality sinks in—I was still a virgin. They didn’t take this away from me.

Eventually, he nods, expression still unsettled, and shifts slightly. With that simple gesture his whole body moves too, and I gasp at the brief stroke inside of me. I flex my walls too, and he frowns, but the strain in his eyebrows isn’t annoyance. It’s restraint. What was a burn around my entrance turned into a dull ache, but threads of pleasure are weaving themselves through.

Finnigan is my first. I’m not completely ruined.

“Finnigan…”

“Yes?”

“Please move.”

And he does. Too fast only the tip of his cock remains inside of me, and I realize as he got there that he misunderstood me. I press my heels into his ass, keeping him from leaving me. “No. Move inside of me.”

“But you—”

“I get a second chance,” I interrupt. “I’m not ruined… and there’s no way I’m stopping this.”

“Ruined? Oh, Evie darling. You are goddamn perfect.” He leans in, pressing a bruising kiss to my lips, and I’m not sure if the moan vibrating between us is mine or his.

Then he moves, sliding back inside of me until he finds home, pulling pleasure from my nerves, and I feel like my body is mine again.

“Again…” I beg on a breathy voice, and he responds with a deep rumble in his throat that’s much hotter than it should really be.

The man delivers, stroking out of me until I miss the fulness of him, then pushes back in. Only, this time he doesn’t wait for me to ask for more. He moves with slow, deliberate thrusts that bring a new flurry of sensations to my core. I’m losing myself in the feverish grinding, but Finnigan brings himself down to earth after each stroke, brows drawn together, as his soft gaze fixes on me. Deep emotions darken his irises, and lips tight like he’s holding his breath.

“Let go…” I beg him. “I’m okay, Finnigan. Please, I need more.” I wrap my hands around his neck, tugging him to me and clinging desperately until his face is buried in the crook of my neck.

The moment his breath sparks over my skin on his deep groan, and his hand tightens around my thigh, I know his concern is easing.

He settles into a quickening rhythm, driven by my mewls and rolling hips, and my core begins to burn all over again. But, my god, this is a good burn.

No.

An incredible one.

He’s touching parts of me that never existed before him, and I’m catching fire with every stroke.

“Jesus Christ, Evie, you feel…” He trails off, rising on one arm braced next to me, gaze heated as it seizes mine.

Sighing, he drives harder into me, yet still holding onto a touch of restraint. I want more. I want it harder, faster, harsher. Yet, his care in these moments makes me trust him with my body more than I trust myself with it. So, I relinquish the control, following his lead, and let him take care of me.

“I feel…?” I urge him to continue.

His hips jerk, and goosebumps spread over my skin at the rush of lightning ripping through my core as a moan fills the air.

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