Page 61 of Wicked Oath

“Yeah,” I say.

“He’s not going to hurt you, Little Flower,” he says before softly kissing me. “It’s probably going to hurt, but it’s not going to be painful. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah,” I say.

“Focus on just him and breathe,” he says. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I sigh.

“Deep breath, Laney,” Chris says softly as he settles between my legs and places his hands to either side of my body. With tear-filled eyes, I do as he says and take a deep breath. When he slowly fills my pussy, I groan deeply and arch off the bed as tears roll down my face. The way he stretches me drags memories to the surface that have been long buried.

“I can’t,” I cry. “Please…”

“Look at me, Laney,” Chris says, resting on his forearms. He is deep inside of me and not moving now as I start to melt down. “Look… I’ve got you, baby girl. Okay?”

“Please,” I whimper. “You can’t go slow.”

“Baby, If I go hard, it will hurt,” he says seriously. “Going slow will give you time to adapt.”

“It reminds me of… Please… Chris.”

“Say it.”

“It reminds me of when my dad raped me as a kid. I can’t get the memories to shut up,” I admit.

“Keep your eyes on mine, understand?” he asks, and I nod. He starts to move his hips again, pushing as deep as he can. “You’re doing so good, Laney. I’m going to roll us, okay?”

“Okay,” I sniffle.

Chris rolls us so that I am on top of him. He has me sit up completely and he is pushing so deep that it hurts. “Sit still. Don’t move.”

“Why are you doing this?” I whimper.

“Because I want you to find pleasure before I do anything, baby. If I fuck you as hard as I want right now, it will push youpast your limit,” he says. He starts rubbing my clit and I don’t feel anything. I snap my eyes open, realizing he’s right. Nothing about this right now is pleasurable.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“Don’t apologize for being triggered, Laney. I have incredible self-restraint,” he says. I look over at Talon and he smiles.

“You’re doing well, Little Flower,” he says sweetly.

“I don’t know how to make it better,” I say.

“Rock your hips,” Talon says. “You are in control, so go slow.”

“I feel like an idiot,” I sigh.

“You are not an idiot because you are triggered. We knew that Chris would probably trigger you somehow, so we planned for this. Just relax and go slow,” Jude says. I nod and close my eyes. When I start to gently rock my hips, I wince when pain flutters in my belly. He is so fucking deep that it hurts. Chris has one hand on my thigh and the other gently rubbing clit. I quickly find myself chasing down something that I can’t quite feel yet.

“Oh God,” I gasp when Chris pinches my clit and rolls it between his fingers.

“There ya go,” Chris praises. “Good girl. Just like that.”

“How does it feel now?” Talon asks.

“Amazing,” I breathe.

Chris pulls me down to his chest and wraps his arm around my body as I bury my face in his neck. “Ready?” he asks me softly.

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