Page 13 of Burning Desire

But I won’t show any of that to him. It’s my fault for rushing him, after all. I expect him to move but he doesn’t. Instead, he kisses me and plays with my nipples all while telling me how beautiful I am.

“Your pussy is strangling my cock,” he says lowly. “So hot. So wet. So fucking perfect.”

Soon enough, I realize the pain has faded and I tilt my hips up, wanting to feel him. We both moan at the friction my movement causes.

“I need you to move,” I beg Draven. “Please.”

“Yes, dear,” he says with a cheeky little grin.

His cock drags against my walls as he gently pulls out before pushing back in. I feel full and overstimulated, but mostly I feel cherished. Draven is constantly touching me, whispering words of praise in my ear. I feel tears sting my eyes when I think this could end, that none of this could be real.

I close my eyes to hide them but I’m too late, he’s already seen.

“Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?” His tone is laced with worry.

I shake my head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Draven lifts me to sit on his lap, changing the angle of his penetration, and a moan slips from my lips even as tears fall from my eyes. “Harmony, please talk to me.”

His voice and demeanor have changed and I know nothing more will happen until I talk to him. I just let the man into my body, I should at least try to explain this self-doubt I am feeling.

“What if this doesn’t last? What if tomorrow you realize I’m not really what you want?” I sound desperate even to my own ears, but I can’t stop the words falling from my lips. “You’ve wrecked me for all other men. What do I do then?”

He kisses me deeply. “Babe, can you please not worryabout us breaking up while I am making love to you? And I’m happy if I’ve wrecked you for all other men, it just means you’ll never leave me.” He wipes the tears from my cheeks.

I frown at his words. He is way too casual about all of this. I need to make sure he understands what I am saying, because I really don’t want to end up with a broken heart.

“I need to be sure this is it for you. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. It will kill me if you change your mind.” I lay my heart on the line in a broken whisper, praying I’m not making a mistake.

My back hits the bed once more and Draven leans over me. He drags his length out before pushing back in, his tempo building. His thrusts feel angry, but he is smiling at me and unless my imagination has really gone off the rails, I can see love in his gaze.

My nails rake down his back. His hand snakes between us and finds my clit, rubbing harshly at the sensitive nub. My orgasm steals my breath, and I have black dots in my vision. Draven gives two more thrusts before his entire body goes rigid.

Afterward, he turns, cradling me to his side, half splayed over his chest, his cock still inside me.

“Now you can’t leave me. No matter what lies Aurora told you, or what crazy ideas your mind cooks up about how I may or may not feel about you.” He sounds impressed with himself.

“It’s just sex, Draven.” I look up at him. I’m trying to be realistic about the situation. “No matter how good it was.”

He hums with a satisfied smirk as he caresses my back. “I’m happy to hear you enjoyed yourself,” he says, his words coated in self-satisfaction. “But what if you’re pregnant?”

Shock courses through me at his words. “You jackass!” I slap his chest. “What were you thinking?”

In the heat of the moment, it never even crossed my mind, but I am sure we didn’t use any protection. How could weboth have been so damn stupid and irresponsible?

“I was thinking that you wanted to know if I was serious. I was thinking a little girl who looked just like you is exactly what we need in this house. I was thinking,”—he kisses me again—“that I’m just as scared as you are. I’m terrified that you’ll realize I’m not who you think I am, and I will have to start over again. I was thinking I can’t let my second chance get away.”

“So, you decided to try to knock me up?” The anger has faded from my voice.

We are in the same boat. Both of us want to love and be loved and both of us are terrified of getting our hearts broken. Me because he is my first love, the only man I’ve ever wanted. And him because he’s been burned before.

“Seemed as good an idea as any.”

“And if I’m not pregnant?”

The idea of having his baby has butterflies swirling low in my stomach. I know it’s stupid and that people with kids can break up too, but I like to believe we won’t.

“Then I will just keep trying.” He smiles before lifting my leg over his hip and thrusting his semi-hard cock back into me.

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