Page 639 of Flirting with Darkness

My vision whites out about the edges and I cry out gutterally as his fingers press together and sink into me as one thick, solid, rigid unit.

It’s like fire at first — so far over the edge of painful, it doesn’t seem possible any pleasure could ever come from it. But at the same time, even through that shroud of pain, I finally have what I need. I gasp, wheeze, and reach for his wrist, like I could ever control him and what he’s doing with me. I’m pinned to the sheets not by his hands, but by that gilded stare, but in this vulnerable position, were he to desire anything particular from me…

And the he’s kissing me, stealing any other noise of protest I might make and wrenching me violently back into my present predicament, and out of other future ones he may currently be dreaming up for me.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” he’s chuckling, his voice a velvet growl that has me clenching tight around the invasive fingers. And that has me whimpering, writhing, desperate for even more, “Me. Inside of you. Deep, deeper than anyone’s ever been before. Any part of me, all of me… inside all of you.”

Fuck, FUCK. He’s right. And I’m too ‘enraptured within the thrall’, or whatever it is uptown girls say instead of ‘horny’, to deny just how right he is. Right now I’d do anything for this, for… for him.

His free hand traces the path of the necklace that lays across my bare breasts.

“I want this…” he murmurs, devouring me with his stare.

“Please,” I all but beg, reaching up to him. He takes my hand and, in a swift fluid movement that causes me to gasp in surprise, pulls his fingers out of me. He presses me down into the sheets, lifting one of my thighs up so he can slide between them, and suddenly I feel the full threat of his size and weight once more.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even breathe,” he promises, and my heart kicks up speed. This is really, really, actually happening. The light throws his face into relief, his eyes almost a demonic scarlet, and I suddenly feel the thick, warm heft of his cock relaxed across my pussy, pressing urgently between the outer lips as it slips slickly back and forth between them. I can’t look away from him, caught in that gaze that has me completely under lock and key, even as his full need threatens to defile me. I can’t even muster the presence to stop him and tell him this is my first time.

I’ve blown so far past the line I drew in the sand before this. And now it’s all spiraled wildly out of any semblance of control.

The weight of his cock is demanding, insistent. The round, blunt head catches my opening and presses hard for a moment, before the length simply slides through my labia once more. I whimper, the hard veins rolling over my clit in turn, and causing my ass to squirm against the sheets.

“So fucking tight —” Hadrion lets out a growl and his hands wrap around my shoulders, pinning me beneath him and to the bed as if to hold me in place for a precision move. I try to relax for him, but I’m trembling, and it’s easier said than done. His cock catches again; his thighs tighten against my own and he bites his lip with one sharp canine, applying whatever slow, gentle leverage he has to in order to stick the landing, and find himself a way inside.

The head pops into me. Just the head. It’s sudden, and unexpected. My back arches, my eyes and mouth fly open wide, but no sound comes out of me. The silence is instead sated by Hadrion’s long, low exhale of triumph.

“There… I knew you’d let me in eventually.”

“I —” My eyes slide weakly shut, but we’re far from done. He shifts and I wince, but there’s no time for me to react. In the time it takes for me to inhale, he’s thrust his entire self inside of me with absolutely no warning, filling me deeper than I ever even thought possible.

White noise whistles somewhere in my skull. I can’t move, I can’t breathe. He’s sparked a fire inside of me, and now it’s blazing it burns but it feels so good at the same time. His fingers dig into my flesh and he holds me down hard, waiting only a singular drawn out second for me to catch my breath. I can hear his smirk as he speaks.

“Don’t. Move.”

I lay frozen, pinned fast to the bedsheet by his words now as well as his hands and his molten stare. My chest rises and falls shakily as I watch him reach down to hitch my leg up against his rib cage. The move stretches me, making everything more intense. My eyes crack open, my vision red and blurry. I can barely make out his face, my whole focus on what he’s doing to me as his hips start moving, and he holds me exactly as he wants me for what he’s about to do.

There’s no way I couldn’t let him in now.

It’s like I’m watching it all happen to me. Somewhere in the distance, from far away, everything too much and too overwhelming. My breathing is raspy in my ears, made louder by how silent he’s fallen. His eyes never leave me, slowly pouring that molten gaze up and down my body before focusing on my chest.

“You’re going to come on my cock or not at all.”

He says it like a threat, and I answer with a whimper. I don’t even know what that feels like. How do I know it’ll happen? How do I make it happen? I shift my hips in his grip and he growls in response, smacking the outside of my thigh with the flat of his hand. The pain sparks sharp, but only has me clamping down on him tighter as he works himself in me.

“I don’t —” There’s a pleading in my voice that he seems to answer to.

“Here,” he murmurs, his hips never stopping, his cock hard and hot in me and then dragging slowly out of me. His hand moves from holding onto my hip to down where we’re adjoined. He strokes deft fingers through my folds, and expertly locates my clit.

I can’t even breathe. My muscles tauten and I feel it, my nerves lighting up, and a tense, coiling feeling deep inside of me. His eyes widen, pupils blowing, the yellow all but disappearing into shadow. He touches me where I’m at my most sensitive, knuckles dragging roughly again and again until that anxious feeling inside of me turns into something else. It sweeps out from my center, spiraling through my whole body like stripes of heat paint across my skin, the shivering sensual moment stretching out thinner and thinner until, at last — I break.

With a quiet gasp, I fall down against the sheets. I must’ve arched up off of them to get more of him, to get away from him, I’m not entirely sure. His eyes are closed and he holds me tight, his head bowing down to my chest as he breathes me in and fucks me hard, harder, his hips churning in rhythm, knees digging into the sheets as if clinging to them for dear life.

His mouth finds the side of my neck and he bites there, over my pulse. I swallow and reach out weakly to hold him, needing to stay close to him. I don’t want him to go, suddenly panicked for no reason at all that he will leave.

He lets out a low groan and his hips slow to stilling. I drag my fingers up the back of his neck and close my eyes. He sighs, rigid inside of me, that thick fullness not going away, and now it’s been replaced by a dull throb. I don’t want to squirm, I don’t want him to know that was it for me. That he was my first. Something is snatching at my heart, telling me not to say anything. Like it’ll somehow change… whatever this is between us.

Hadrion lifts his head. He runs the back of his hand over my cheek, his thumb dragging my lower lip down slightly.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, and my cheeks heat up. “So fucking beautiful. Here.” He slides out of me slowly, and my muscles wince, tight and sore. He sits up and sighs, reaching for the blanket. “I bet you’re tired.”

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