Page 107 of When Hearts Awaken

My eyes roll back, my muscles locking in tension. “F-Fuck, I’m going to c-come!” The sudden onslaught of pleasure becomes unbearable. Fireworks explode between my legs and I shatter into a million pieces as he sucks and laves at my juices like it’s a taste he couldn’t get enough of.

My legs spasm against his face, and his scruff is abrasive in the best way.

“One day, I’ll teach you pain for pleasure, not for punishment.” His voice is hoarse, a dangerously low whisper.

I shudder, the aftershocks spreading through my body, hazy images of that evening in The Sanctuary floating into my mind.

I now interpret that scene completely differently.

My thoughts are muddled, my body pliant as he climbs on top of me after he rolls a condom on himself. He braces himself over me with his forearms. His eyes are dark, the irises nowhere to be seen, his beautiful light hair raking over his forehead.

He’s like a fallen angel. A deadly heavenly creature.

His cock settles on my stomach. It’s hot, throbbing and I shift underneath him, watching in fascination his eyes flaring, a hiss escaping his mouth.

Charles Vaughn’s restraint is seconds away from snapping. The man prides himself on his meticulous control—his appearance, behavior, mannerisms are all perfectly crafted.

And he’s about to unravel because of me.

A sultry pride sweeps through me and I move again, watching as he bares his teeth into a snarl. “Minx, you don’t want to unleash the beast. Trust me, you don’t want to.”

Emboldened, I move my hands down his muscular back, my fingernails digging into his muscles before I wrap my legs around his backside again.

This time, nothing separates us.

For a split second, fear threatens to spark as he gives me more of his weight, pressing me into the mattress. I grit my teeth, the familiar sensations of panic unfurling from the cavern in my chest.

I can get through this. I can do this.

Taking a deep breath in, I force myself to calm.I can do this. I want this.

“Tay,” Charles rasps, drawing my eyes back to his.

His brows are furrowed, and he cups my cheek again. Of course he can read me like a book. It has always been this way with him and maybe that’s why I was so against him in the past, because I didn’t want him to see through my layers.

“Are you sure?” he asks. I know it’s taking every ounce of restraint inside him to hold back. I feel it in the coiled tension of his body, I see it in the muscle throbbing in his temple.

I nod. “Yes.”

I want this.

His nostrils flare as his thumb trails circles over my cheek. A loving caress.

“Thisis your first time,” he whispers, and those five words unlock a wound inside me, a loss I’ve never let myself grieve. My first time stolen by monsters. Tears well in my eyes again and I curse myself inwardly for becoming emotional yet again in his presence.

“My sweet, darling minx. This…This is your first time. Anything before doesn’t count. They’re meaningless. This…” he links his fingers with mine, our hands locked with each other and my heart throws itself against my rib cage, “is everything. I’m here with you. Always. Every step of the way. You’re not damaged, you’re not dirty.”

My breath freezes as he leans down and presses his lips against mine.

He rasps, “You’re perfect.”

With those words, he enters me and I whimper at the pleasurable pain and he lets out a guttural groan, his fingers tightening against mine.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. So wet. You’re doing so well, taking every single one of my inches like a good girl.”

He presses the last few inches in and he’s burrowed as deep as he can, our hearts beating as one, our breathing in sync. Charles kisses me, his lips moving over mine in a tender embrace, his hips beginning a sensual rhythm—a dance of our very own.

Soon, I feel myself relaxing, the pleasure gathering between my legs as his cock scrapes against a tender spot inside me. There’s no more pain, no more terror, no more dark voices.

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