Page 60 of King of Wrath

It burns, his hardness almost shocking as he fills me. But I also feel so connected to him in this moment. Like we’re joined together in a way that can’t be broken apart.

I let out a breath that sounds a bit like a cry.

He instantly stills, his hands cradling my hips.

“It’s all right,” I say, lifting up just high enough to look him in the eye. “I’m not hurt. I just…”

“What, baby?”

“It just feels really emotional. I’ve needed you for so long.”

He kisses me then. Long and slow and soft. It makes my eyes prick with tears.

“I’ve needed you too, Nia. We were meant to be here, meant to be together.”

I don’t say anything, but I feel everything. The rightness of those words, the strength in his body, the fullness of him being inside me.

It’s wonderful, and frightening, and fulfilling.

The stretching and burning crests as he completely fills me. My clit presses to his pubic bone, the first bit of pleasure dulling the pain and my eyes go wide. “Oh.”

He gives me that grin. The one that pulls at one side of his mouth, making him look sexy, and mysterious, and a little dangerous.

Then he pulls my hips up so that he’s sliding out of me before he pushes slowly back in.

With each thrust the pain recedes, the pleasure building until I’m pushing down on him, chasing pleasure that’s even deeper and fuller than what he gave last night.

He finally releases my hips and instead twines our fingers together, joining our hands, our bodies moving to a shared rhythm that steals my words, my breath.

The only thing I can feel is him.

I’m making these noises…evolving from mewls of pain to pleasure as they turn into moans.

He thrusts harder, stronger up into me, as I climb. “Oh God,” I moan, finally making words. “That’s so…”

“You like that?” he grunts before he takes my mouth in a fierce kiss, our tongues tangling together.

The kiss only makes the pleasure more intense, my body tightening as an orgasm threatens to pull me under.

I try to hold out. I’ve waited for this moment for so long, but the pleasure grows so intense, everything pulls as tight as a drum and then I break, the first crashing wave of pleasure washing over me.

I cry out, my body spasming around his thick length.

Which sets off his finish, his chorus of groans joining mine.

He keeps pumping in and out of me, even as the orgasms finish, our muscles relaxing into each other.

Our hands are joined, our arms touching. Chest to chest, hip to hip, he kisses me again.

It feels like we’re completely tangled up, our bodies like some elaborate knot, too tied together to ever come apart.

We stay like that for a long time, neither wanting to break the contact until Jake finally slides his hands from mine. “What do you say I put you in the shower while I make you coffee?”

It sounds like heaven. “I’ve got a better idea. What if we first shower and then coffee?”

“Together?” His lips tug into a smile again. “I like it.”

He’s up with me in his arms, carrying me into the bathroom. Lightly he sets me on my feet and then pulls back the curtain. “All clear.”

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