Page 48 of Calico Descending

His big palm grips the top of my head, as he lines his tip to my sodden entrance. Whimpers escape me, as I lay trapped beneath him, and he kisses my forehead. “Shhh. Relax.”

One palm gripping my thigh, the other tight to my crown, he notches himself inside. Solid muscles flex beneath my hands, where I hold tight to his shoulders.

Head tipped back, I clench my stomach with his intrusion, arms shaking from the excitement and fear. “I don’t know how to do this.” My voice wobbles as much as my twitching body, and I blink away the tears. I don’t know why I’m crying. I want this. I want him.

“You don’t have to do anything, Cali. Just lie still.” The storm in his eyes consumes me, and he kisses my temple where a tear has fallen. Fingers curl into my hair, as he pushes a little more, fully breaching my resistance. His breaths are harsh and thick with lust, and though it reminds me of Dean’s breath in my ear, it doesn’t have the same effect.

I’m glad Valdys is excited. I’m glad he wants me this much.

“It’s so tight. I can’t. Not without hurting you.”

“Please. Just try.”

I catch the bob of his Adam’s apple, and he blows out a resigned breath, pushing further. This time, in spite of the pain, I don’t dare make a sound. I don’t dare give him any reason to stop. By the time he’s fully seated inside of me, the pressure is beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. I swear he’s so deep, I can feel him in my belly.

When he slides out of me, the fullness subsides, and I feel the tight glide of his cock against my swollen walls. He pushes again, only this time, it’s smoother, and when his tip hits something up inside of me, I let out a gasp. In a slow and agonizing cadence, he enters and exits, in and out, in and out, until each thrust becomes sloshy, creating sounds that once again heat my cheeks with embarrassment.

The sensation is everything I imagined, and more, because I never once anticipated the look in his eyes, as he stares down at me. One of lust. Of dominance. Of pure possession. The way he’s looking at me now, reminds me of a man who’s found a treasure he’s unwilling to share. One he’s wants to keep locked away, just so no one will ever know it’s there.

His thumb brushes over my forehead, his eyes shifting over my face, as though memorizing every flaw he sees. “You belong to me, and only me, Cali. Do you understand?”

Fighting the agony of his lazy thrusts, I smile. “Yes. Only you.”

He nods, and his hips move like a wave beating against the shore. Faster and faster, higher and higher, as if commanded by the tide itself. A heavy blink of his lids, and he tucks his head into my neck, thrusting his hips faster.

Faster.

His breaths are fervent, building to a growl in his chest that vibrates against me. When he tips his head back on a harsh grunt, face red with exertion, I fall into a sort of pseudoexistence, where the world around me moves as though we’re underwater. Slow and fluid. As if time has stopped, and it’s only the two of us.

I reach out to touch his face, his beautiful pained face, and tears slip from my eyes. He’s the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Vulnerable and strong all at once.

As he steals my pain away, I absorb his into my body, all that agony and suffering that has made him cold and detached over the years. The punishment he’s endured for no good reason. I let it seep past my ribs, into my lungs and heart, igniting the desire to nurture and care for him. To heal his wounds and show him how it feels to be touched by warm and gentle hands. My fingers trail down to the band at his throat, the symbol of a caged animal, and I wish I had the strength to tear it away.

Mouth gaping, he lets out a sound of both agony and pleasure that rips from deep inside his chest.

The warmth that trickles past his cock, still inside of me, is a balm to the ache of stretched skin there. Like melting steel, his muscles turn lax in my palms, and on a shudder, he collapses, catching himself on outstretched arms before his body crushes me.

“You’re crying.” His voice is ragged and punctuated by exhaustion. “Did I hurt you?”

Smiling back at him, I trace my fingers along the path of his hairline, along his forehead. “No. There’s no more pain.”

“Good.” With sleepy eyes, he drags my body against his, close enough that my ear presses to his chest, and I can hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. I turn just enough to kiss his chest, and in turn, he caresses the top of my head, before leaving a kiss there.

My thoughts rewind to the moment he told me I belonged to him. How perfectly it gave sound to the thoughts in my head. “I wasn’t lying, Valdys. I refused Cadmus.”

“I know you did. I felt it.”

Frowning, I tip my head back at that. I’d heard of girls describing the sensation of a man breaking their barrier, or hymen, as some called it, how embarrassing it could be at times, but I felt nothing unusual, other than the ache of his girth stretching me. “What did you feel?”

“You. I felt everything. I know he didn’t have you that way.”

His answer is vague, and I lift my head to see if I spilled blood onto his bed. “How?” I ask, squinting to see through the dim light of the room.

The chuckle that rumbles in his chest snaps my attention back to his content-looking face, and it’s strange how the amusement there makes me want to have him all over again. “Because you trusted me. Had you been with Cadmus first, I very much doubt you’d have allowed me to do what I just did.” He opens one eye, peeking down at me. “And you wouldn’t have scratched up my back the way you did.”

“What?” I push up onto my elbow to look, but he yanks me back down onto the bed beside him. “It doesn’t hurt. I enjoy the pain. It intensifies the pleasure.” Once again, his big arms envelope me, drawing me tight against his body. “Another reason I knew. You wouldn’t have been in so much pain.”

“You’d have been angry enough to reject me then, if I’d been with Cadmus first?”

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