Page 183 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

Chris wasn’t triggering me. Everything he did only showed me how much he loved me. My body, my brain and my heart knew that. This was all fear now.

“It hurt every time with the o-other men. P-people told me the first time would hurt but that after it s-stops hurting, but it h-hurt every—every time. I’m scared it will hurt with you, too, and that I’m not normal. That I’ll never be able to have sex because something is wrong with me, and not related to what they did to me. It happens sometimes. I googled it,” I finished lamely.

“Violet,” Chris finally spoke. I looked up at him. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and wiped the tears off my face. “When those men touched you, it was against your will. When they forced themselves on you without your consent, your body wasn’t prepared or willing. It hurt because they didn’t care about anything but their own pleasure.” He grabbed my hand and guided it to my wet core. “You feel this? This is your body preparing for me.” He released my hand and his finger found my clit, providing the smallest of pressure against it. “This is me helping your body prepare to take me, so it won’t hurt. You’re normal, Violet. Your body feels pleasure, and I would never do anything that hurt you.”

“But if—”

“If it hurts, I stop. Always. No exceptions. If it always hurts, we would still be okay. I love you because of what’s here.” He brought his hand and placed it over my heart.

I sobbed and buried my head in his neck. His strong arms wrapped around me and he leaned back so I was lying on top of him. It took me a minute to calm down, but when I was done I felt so grateful to have found him. No matter what happened, no matter how terrible the situation felt with me, he was still willing to do whatever it took to put me first.

“I love you,” I whispered, kissing his neck.

I felt his softening erection against my leg twitch and begin to harden again, and I kissed his neck again. I pulled back a little, letting my leg rub against it, making him let out a small choked groan I knew he was trying to keep from escaping.

“I love you,” I said again when I could make eye contact with him.

I leaned down and kissed him, plunging my tongue into his mouth instead of waiting for him to do it. My wonderful mate tensed his arms, unsure of what to do, but let me lead until he slowly relaxed as I continued to rub against his erection. I pulled back from my kiss a little bit later, panting.

“I want to try again,” I told him, determination filling every pore in my body.

“We don’—”

“I know,” I interrupted him. “I know we don’t. I know you’ll wait no matter how long it takes, but I want to try again.”

Chris pushed up to kiss me, his arms circling my body like they did when he was going to flip us over, but then he stopped and fell back on the bed, a slow, sexy smile appearing on his face as he looked up at me.

“What?” I asked, curious and turned on by the look he was giving me.

I felt him lift his lower body and I placed my hand on his chest to stabilize myself, wondering why he did that until I felt him shimmying his hips. I looked behind me and my eyes widened as I watched him kicking off his boxers shorts. My core tightened in anticipation as I looked at his erection for the second time.

“I-I think this will work,” he told me, bringing my eyes back to his.

“What will work?” I asked, confused.

He picked me up and set me down slowly a little further down, his erection nestling between my folds, making us both moan at the pressure the contact provided us.

“You control everything this way, Little Warrior. Take me into your body when you’re ready, if you feel comfortable and at the pace you need. My body is yours, Violet, like my heart. Use me how you see fit.”

My eyes widened and teared up as I processed his words. I took a stabilizing breath and rocked experimentally back and forth on his cock, whimpering as pleasure rocked my body and wetness dripped from my core, coating his heated cock. His hands bunched the sheets, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

His reactions spurred me on, giving me the encouragement I needed to do it again. I continued to rock back and forth on his hard cock, becoming more confident in my movements until I thought I was going to die if I didn’t feel more. His groans and moans were driving me insane with need, the fact that he wasn’t touching me was torture.

When I thought I was ready, I tried to push back onto his cock, but it never slid in. I was doing something wrong and I was getting frustrated.

I should have read some of Mom’s dirty romance books.

“Chris,” I whimpered, stopping my movements.

“I’m here. Do you want to stop?”

I shook my head very quickly. If we stopped I would die.

“Help me,” I pleaded.

“What do you need me to do, my love?”

“H-how do I do this? How do I take you inside me?” I asked.

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