Page 57 of Crescent Warrior

His eyes crossed and he held in a primal yell at the pleasure of being inside her. He had never felt anything like it in his life. It was like he was losing his mind.

When a sob left her chest, his head instantly whipped up. Her face was still tilted back, away from him, but there were tears in her eyes and her brow was tight with pain. Immediately contrite, he pulled out of her, cupping her cheeks with his hands, ignoring the throb of his cock.

“My Lyta,” he whispered, wiping her cheeks as she raised her startled face to look at him. “I’m so sorry.”

“W-why did you stop?” She was sniffling, swiping her fingers over her eyes, raising herself to rest on her arms. “What happened?”

“I hurt you,” he murmured, pressing kisses to her eyes. “You’re crying.”

“Of course I’m crying,” she groused, giving his shoulder a shove. “It fucking hurts, yes, but I’ve never—” She cut herself off, looking away. He shook his head, gripping her chin and turning her back to him. “I’ve never felt closer to anyone.”

He smiled, running the tip of his nose down her cheek. “Me too.”

“Then let’s get this first time out of the way,” she shrugged, pragmatically, and he sighed, shaking his head.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Let’s… let’s try with fingers first, alright?”

Hippolyta found a moment of delirious wonder where she honestly thought she was dying

Her back arched and her hands clawed at the bed and the back of Cole’s head as he moved his fingers inside of her again, suckling on her clit.

He had been finger-fucking her for almost an hour, steadily working her pussy and spreading his fingers inside her to make her ready. Before a minute passed, he seemed to have not been able to help himself, dipping his mouth to lap at her juices, making her come over and over again.

“I’m ready,” she sobbed for what seemed like the millionth time. “P-please. I swear!”

He looked at her over the top of her body, his eyes hooded and lust-filled. When he gave her clit another hard suck, Hippolyta felt her body splinter, pleasure shooting through her, a cry leaving her lips. Her entire body trembled, her thighs quaking around his ears as she rode out her orgasm on his tongue and fingers.

“Cole, please,” she begged again, her voice hoarse and frantic. “Please.”

He considered her for a long moment before he nodded, prowling up her body. She welcomed him between her legs, her throat sore from her screams.

He settled over her, his skin like a furnace against her own. She was still trembling with aftershocks from her orgasm, panting for breath.

“Is my mate ready for me?” he groaned, leaning down to lick her mark.

“Yes,” she gasped, shifting her hips and searching for his cock. When she felt it, as hot as a forge and painting pre-come on her thigh, she knew she couldn’t wait a second more. “Now.”

He lifted a shaking hand to angle his cock against her, crying out when he pressed into her. She couldn’t imagine how he was feeling. She couldn’t count how many times he made her come, working her body like he was a machine. In that time, he hadn’t come at all, focusing on her instead.

“If it hurts again—” he started, but she shook her head, frantically.

“It won’t.”

He stopped, narrowing his eyes at her, withholding any more of his cock. She whimpered, but he watched her sternly, perfectly still, even as she writhed against him. Finally, after endless moments, she gave up.

“Fine! I’ll tell you if it hurts!”

Seeming satisfied with her response, he nodded, pressing into her. She hissed, her pussy swollen after all the orgasms and foreplay. The aching emptiness was finally filled as he nudged inside, much easier than the first time.

“More.” Her eyes were rolling back in her head and she wrapped her legs around him to keep him there.

“You take what I give you, my Lyta,” he purred, gripping her hair and pulling her head back, taking her mouth in a deep, filthy kiss.

Her scream was muffled against his lips as he kept pushing in, finally bottoming out inside of her. He pulled back to gauge whether she was in pain, but she just moaned for him, clutching his shoulders like an anchor.

“So good,” she gasped, her chest heaving with her breaths.

He dipped to circle her nipple with his scorching tongue, while mimicking the movement on her clit with his finger. That was all it took for her to come again, clenching tightly around him, lightning shooting through her body, breaking her apart.

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