Page 238 of If Our Hearts Collide

Collins moves his mouth to my ear, gently nibbling at my lobe. “I know, Princess. But you have to trust me. Getting you broken in is the best part of the journey. I will fit. But first, I need you to stop with the self-doubt monologue probably running on repeat in your head. You have one job to do—lie here and take what I’m going to give to you. Let me worry over everything else.”

“Okay,” I say with hushed breath.

Pushing himself back up off me, he captures my eyes with his. “And Penny?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m not worried.”

I look at him confused. “Why not?”

“Because your body was made for me.”

Before I have a chance to react or to think, Collins slides his mouth to the hollow of my neck and kisses my sensitive flesh.

A hand grips my breast and squeezes.

I’m writhing underneath his attention, and slowly I feel the walls of my pussy loosen.

“That’s my girl.”

His sweet words are thick and needy, as warm as honey.

He applies more pressure.

A whimper escapes my lips. “It hurts…”

“Relax your core and let me inside your warmth.”

“I’m trying.”

“You’re doing great, Princess. Let me make you feel good.”

Throwing my head back on the pillow, I let out a labored breath. My face wrinkles and unwrinkles with the pinching pain I’m enduring.

Collins pushes some of my hair off my forehead, tucking it gently behind my ear, as he bends to kiss my eyes and then my nose. I can’t possibly be looking my best right now, and yet the reflection of adoration reflected back in his eyes allows me the ability to relax into the mattress and absorb everything that is Collins Stone.

How can the same man treat me like a pampered princess and an insatiable slut all in one night?

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the contrast. It definitely keeps things interesting.

As I adjust to accommodate him, I trail my hands up and down his arms that are holding him up, as to not crush me.

“Am I doing okay?” My words come out raw, as my throat can’t seem to find hydration.

His eyes soften, as he slides a hand between us to rub at my swollen clit. “You are taking me so well. I’m almost all”—he rocks his hips and pushes a little bit more forward—“the way in.”

Then I feel it. The sudden fullness…

The burn of being stretched to my max overwhelms me, and the warmth of being this close to the man I thought I could never have is almost too much—too intense.

I’m immobile. I don’t even think I could move if I was dared.

Collins studies my face, pausing all movements. “You’ll tell me if it becomes too much?”

I bite my bottom lip and then suck it entirely between my top teeth while nodding, before quickly realizing that that will not suffice. “Yes.”

“I’ll know, but youwillstill tell me.” It’s an order—not a question.

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