Page 68 of The Brave and the Reckless

“I’m not sure that’s going to fit.”

He glanced down as if the thought had never occurred to him. “Princess, it’ll fit. We didn’t get all the way here for you to be anything but perfect for me.”

“It’s really unfair that you can just say things like that and make my insides melt. God, Noah.”

Instead of answering, he kissed me, slow and deliberate, dragging his length over me once more. I shivered at every delicious ridge and vein rippling over my clit.

“God,” I gasped and sank my nails into his hand again because I knew I’d need to hold on to something after my next words, “I need to feel you, Noah. Let me have you.”

His hand slid under my ass. He gave my cheek a short squeeze before pushing my thigh up. My leg pressed deep into my stomach, turning my breathing shallow, but more importantly, opening my pussy up for him. Noah’s own breath labored through his chest as he aligned his tip with my entrance.

That lopsided grin pulled his lips up.

“Beg.”

“Stop playing with me, Young.”

He slapped my ass hard enough for droplets of water to spray up and hit my face. Unfortunately for my stubbornness, that sharp sting shot straight to my core, eliciting a desperate moan.

“Please,” I whimpered, grinding up to get any sort of relief, “please fuck me.”

I only got a warning in the split second Noah’s grip tightened on my crossed wrists. His hips snapped forward. The impossible fit wasn’t entirely impossible. He burrowed himself inside me so fast, my insides didn’t get the chance to cramp up. The stretch still seared through me, and my responding cry was more pain than pleasure. By the time my muscles tightened, he’d already sheathed himself several inches deep.

“Look at me, Esra.” His fingers pinched my chin and I blinked, unaware I’d even closed my eyes. Rain dribbledfrom his ink-black hair to my face, cooling the hot blush in my cheeks. He released my wrists and stroked my hair as I adjusted beneath him. With every gentle caress, the tension ebbed from my body. “Can you take more? Just a little.”

“Mm-hmm.” I nodded, not enough strength to produce words.

He kissed me as he slowly lowered his weight, catching every whimper with his lips. He sank deeper, my inner walls resisting the novel stretch of being so thoroughly filled.

“That’s it. Easy, girl. You’re doing so good,” he rumbled.

His words snapped me back into my mind, pain forgotten. “Fuck you,” I hissed, “don’t talk to me like I’m one of your damn horses.”

“There she is, my feisty little princess.” He grinned as he pulled back again, and my thighs automatically jerked against him. “I thought I’d lost you there for a second.”

“It’ll take a bit more than your—” My voice cut off into a strangled gasp when his hips delved forward, a little further than before. My abdomen felt swollen around him, but the pain wasn’t half as bad on the second thrust. By the third one, he was moving just a little easier. My core began to welcome the depth of him.

For a few moments neither of us spoke, lost to the ways our bodies fit against each other. I sank my nails deep into his shoulders, relishing the way even a little scratch could make him change his movements. He retaliated by roaming his hands over my chest, pinching and rolling my nipples until they were so sensitized, every brush against them had me writhing beneath him.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he breathed aftermy pinky nail left a particularly angry red mark across his neck.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Of course, you would.”

I huffed and squeezed my muscles around him.

He groaned loud and stilled to stare down at me, surprise mixing with a quiet challenge in his eyes. “That’s how you want to play it?”

I painted on an innocent smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Faster than I could process, Noah’s hands wrapped around my calves, and he hiked my legs up on to his shoulders. He still came down with his face inches from mine, pressing my knees up against my chest. My lips trembled. This tightened his fit again, but I also knew he’d be able to slide even deeper than before at this angle. He rolled his hips back and I braced myself for the inevitable perfect pain, only for both of us to slide across the ground. Without my heels digging in, we’d lost some purchase.

“Oh no, what’s wrong?” I asked in mock-surprise and squeezed him inside me again. I’d won that round.

“Fuck. Goddamn rain.” He slapped his hand against the stable door. The wood creaked but stabilized his position enough for the next thrust to push to an exquisite deep spot that knocked the air from my lungs. He bottomed out inside me with a groan.

I couldn’t breathe through the fullness. He was everywhere. In the heat coursing through my blood. In the cold water dripping from his round shoulders. In the hot air that traveled from his mouth to mine with every gasp.

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