Page 28 of Red Velvet

No one ever hurt me like this.

And no one ever knew I would want to be treated like this—including me.

Every time his pelvis crashes against my sore ass, it sends a hot wave of new pain up my spine, and I groan in a blend of agony and ecstasy. Who knew the two could go hand in hand like this?

I shift beneath him as well as I can, spreading my legs farther and arching my back even more to change the angle of his intrusion. It seems like he understands what I'm doing, because he shifts with me, modifying his motions in a way that creates a power shift between the two rivaling sensations. The pain retreats, making more room for a delight so deep it's impossible to resist. My clit is rubbing against the bench each time he rams into me, his cock always finding that sweet spot right behind my entrance that sends butterflies through my core. Waves of sweet bliss wash over me, each of them a harbinger for my impending climax.

Am I allowed to come? Should I ask?

Once again, my body comes to a conclusion before my mind does, and I'm forced to throw caution to the wind and follow where carnal desire leads me.

I'm not a loud person. I've never been loud during sex. Any exclamations during sex were suppressed and wary, almost prudent. I never heard myself cry out the way I am now as my climax rolls over me, blinding and deafening me before I'm able to let him know I'm about to come.

There was no time, no moment of clarity that would’ve allowed for me to even find my voice to communicate with him in any way.

I can't worry about that now. I don't want to worry. I don't want to think.

All I want is to ride this high as long as it lasts, to embrace every little kiss of euphoria while my mind tries to catch up to my body.

I'm still in the midst of this wondrous elation when I hear him groan behind me, his hands digging into my hips with painful desperation. He jolts forward, staying in place while he finds his release deep inside me, his pelvis pressed against my aching behind.

My high is receding, evolving until there's nothing left except warm pulsations keeping my racing heart at bay. His grip loosens, but he doesn't move an inch away from me, never breaking the connection between us.

How will I ever return from this?

Do I even have to?

Chapter 15

Kade

"Who are you?"

I expected to hear a lot from her after what just happened between us, but I did not expect that.

We’re sitting on the edge of the bed with a somewhat awkward distance between us. She has the silk duvet that covered the bed wrapped around her naked body, shielding it from my eyes like a shy schoolgirl, even though I’ve already seen pretty much all of her.

I’m still wearing my shirt and boxer briefs, something that apparently made her insecure enough to seek shelter beneath the duvet cover. It appears she’s trying to level a power imbalance between us.

Cute.

"I told you who I am," I say. "Kade. Kade Armitage."

"Yes, but…."

She sighs, shifting on the mattress as she turns to me.

"I mean, whoareyou? Where did you come from? Why are you here now? How did you learn to do these things? Why did you—"

I raise my hand to stop her rambling. "That’s a lot of questions at once. And quite frankly, half of them don’t make sense to me."

"I'm sorry."

She tugs the blanket closer, lowering her eyes to her lap. She looks so small next to me, so vulnerable.

Fucking perfect.

"I just… would like to understand this," she says in a low whisper. "To understandyou."

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