Page 11 of Love on the Edge
The challenge in his voice ignites something in me, something reckless.
I pull him down into a kiss, hard and desperate, trying to match the fire burning through me.
But Ethan takes control, his hand gripping my hip, his body pressing into mine, making me feel just how badly I’ve already lost.
He presses closer, his weight settling between my thighs, his body hot and heavy against mine. His breath is warm against my neck, his fingers gripping my hips as if to steady himself—or maybe to steady me.
I feel him right there, the tip of his length brushing against my entrance, teasing, testing. My entire body tenses in anticipation, a shiver racing down my spine.
He moves slowly, carefully, pressing forward just an inch, and my breath catches. The pressure is sharp, unfamiliar, foreign. My body instinctively clenches around him, resisting, unsure.
Ethan groans, his forehead pressing to mine, his fingers tightening on my waist.
He presses a lingering kiss to my jaw, his breath warm against my skin. "Relax, Val. Let me in." His voice is deep, rough, coaxing—not questioning, just guiding.
I exhale shakily, forcing myself to relax. I want this. I want him. But my body is still learning, still adjusting to something it’s never felt before.
He moves again—just a little deeper. The stretch burns, a slow, aching pull that makes me gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
Then everything stops.
Ethan freezes.
Completely.
His muscles lock, his breathing sharp and uneven, his fingers flexing against my hips like he’s trying to process something he wasn’t expecting.
His forehead tilts against mine, voice strained. "Val… shit."
He doesn’t move. His grip on my hips tightens, his muscles locking up. Something shifts between us. I don’t know if it’s the way I fit against him or the way his breath catches, but I feel it—he does too.
I shift beneath him, rolling my hips, trying to take him deeper, trying to pull him back into the urgency we had seconds ago. The ache is sharp, stretching, but there’s something else creeping in beneath it—something hotter, heavier, twisting low in my stomach.
Ethan doesn’t let me.
His hands clamp down, holding me still. "You should’ve told me." His voice is rough, almost like a growl, not soft, not careful. Just frustrated.
I bite my lip, fingers digging into his arms, urging him on. "Well, there’s no time like the present."
He exhales sharply, shaking his head, jaw clenched. "This isn’t something you just do with someone you barely know."
I tighten my legs, pulling him closer, deeper. “I want this, Ethan. And I don’t waste time wanting things I don’t plan to have.”
I rock my hips, forcing more of him inside me, welcoming the sting, the overwhelming fullness, the way my body stretches to take him.
Ethan swears under his breath, his fingers twitching, his control slipping.
I drag my hands up his back, my nails pressing into his skin. "You stopping now?" My voice comes out breathy, taunting. "Or are you gonna fuck me like you were about to?"
His breath falters. His restraint cracks.
He mutters another curse, his grip tightening as he finally pushes in deeper, burying himself inside me completely. The stretch burns, and I gasp, my back arching beneath him, the pain twisting with something else—something raw and consuming.
Ethan groans low in his throat, head dipping to my shoulder. "You're fucking reckless."
"So are you," I breathe, rolling my hips against him.
His fingers flex on my thighs, and then he pulls back just enough to slam into me again, dragging a choked moan from my lips.
