Page 118 of Shattered & Returned

His fingers thrust deeper. I gasped, especially when they curved just right, hitting a spot that made me see stars. He added another finger, his thumb working my clit like a charm.

“Look at you,” he purred with dark satisfaction. “Taking my fingers so well.”

“I want your cock inside me,” I said, trembling with need. “Now.”

“So impatient, so eager, so demanding,” he crooned, withdrawing his fingers slowly and licking my essence from them. He closed his eyes for a second to savor it and sighed in satisfaction. “You taste ripe and ready, little flower. You make my cock so fucking hard.”

Finally, he positioned himself between my thighs, the broad head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

My body tensed despite the heat coursing through me.

“Breathe, love,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me softly, a stark contrast to our earlier frenzy. “I promised to go slow. Iwon’t break my promise. You’ve taken a few inches of me before. This is no different. I won’t hurt you.”

But I didn’t breathe. I held still, suspended, waiting for the moment when he would make me completely his.

He glided in inch by inch, heavy and massive. The pressure increased as he stretched my narrow passage. I quivered as he pressed past the resistance of my virgin body.

When my maidenhood gave way, the sharp burst of pain made me gasp, my nails biting into his shoulders.

He froze above me, his breath ragged.“Easy, baby. Breathe through it. The pleasure will come.”

And it did, slowly at first, then all at once, pain melting into something hotter, deeper, until my nerves sang with nothing but sensation. He pushed deeper still, seating himself fully inside me, my body straining to accommodate him.

His lips brushed my forehead, murmuring words in a tongue that shouldn’t have been familiar, yet somehow I understood. Then the words darkened, roughened.

“I’ll fuck you every morning,”he vowed, voice thick.“Leave you wet and sore, aching so much you can’t walk straight. You’ll spend all day thinking of me, waiting for me. And when I return, you’ll beg for it.”His hips rolled, dragging a moan from my throat.“And I’ll give it to you—every inch, as deep as you can take, until you’re screaming hoarse beneath me.”

I believed him, and my lust boiled.

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest as he whispered all the ways he planned to take me—his favorite positions, the places he’d claim, the sounds he’d wring from me.“Especially from behind,”he growled,“like a beast mounting his mate.”

Did he just saymate?

Then he moved in me, slow at first, letting me adjust before driving deeper, faster, stoking the fire between us until my breath came in ragged gasps. I trembled beneath him, pleasurecrashing through me in relentless waves. He fucked me like I was his, like I always had been, like no one else existed.

This male, immortal, powerful, my forbidden professor, consumed me without apology, setting every nerve alight. I propelled my hips up to meet his every plunge, determined to drag him deeper into my flame.

“I’m already burning,”he gritted out, as if plucking the thought from my mind.“Always burning for you.”

And for a heartbeat, it felt like déjà vu, as if we’d done this a thousand times before, star-crossed lovers reunited. A pang of something raw, almost mournful, twisted inside me, but I pushed it away. Tonight, I only wanted the fire. Only him.

“Don’t stop, please,” I pleaded between moans. “If you tease me now, I’ll come apart.”

His chuckle was low and sexy.“Oh, you’ll come apart anyway. I’ll make sure of it.”His thrusts deepened, each one hitting that devastating spot.“I’ll ruin you so completely, no one else will ever compare.”

He already had. The bridge was ash. The fire between us had seen to that.

He slammed into me at a maddening pace before switching to slow, long thrusts. He was fucking me, and he was making love to me.

Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through my starved body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with our moans and gasps of pleasure. The scent of sex permeated the air, erotic and intoxicating. His hand snaked around and found my clit, rubbing in tight circles, sending shocks of pleasure so intense my legs twitched helplessly.

He dragged me to heaven, then brought me to hell, and I was willing to follow him anywhere. Pleasure wracked me senseless. My heart pounded, my lungs expanding like magic. I’d never felt more alive. At this moment, I was indestructible.

“Don’t hold back,”I panted, nails scoring his skin.“You don’t need to be gentle. I’m not glass. I can take all of you.”

A sinful grin curved his mouth.“Who said I was holding back?”His grip tightened, possessive.“I was savoring you. And we’re just getting started.”

With a possessive growl, he pulled out and flipped me onto my hands and knees, his chest pressing against my back as his arm banded across my breasts. One powerful thrust buried him to the hilt, the delicious stretch drawing tears to my eyes.

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