Page 76 of King Foretold
“Gods, look at you.” He rises up on his arms and stares down my body. “You’re made to be worshipped.”
“Ethan.” I run my hands over the straining muscles of his shoulders and skate them up the sides of his neck until I’m cupping his face. “I want you inside me. Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says in a broken rasp. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Don’t worry.” I raise my head to kiss him sweetly. “I won’t break.”
Holding my eyes, he positions himself at my entrance, then pushes in, inch by inch, rocking his hips slowly. A muscle jumps in his jaw and a shaky breath hisses past his teeth as he fights for control. He fills and stretches me, and I want more. I want all of him. I wrap my legs around his hips and yank him toward me as I arch my back off the ground. Caught off guard, Ethan plunges into me to the hilt and groans at the same time a sharp gasp escapes from me.
“Fuck.” He nearly pulls all the way out, but I stop him with my legs. His eyes are frantic as they jump over my face. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
“Hush.” I’m winded from the flash of pain but also by the surprising feel of himinsideme. I breathe, letting my body quiet and adjust. Beneath it all, desire pulses in me and instinct takes over. I wrap my legs tighter around his hips and clench my muscles around him. His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. “Ethan, I want you.”
“Are you sure?” He brushes my hair off my forehead with a trembling hand, and I nod.
He blows out a breath and pushes back in so slowly that I want to scream. But when he’s all the way inside—when I feel him deeper than I could’ve imagined, his girth stretching me—I appreciate the care he took. We stare at each other, taking each other in, and match the tempo of our breathing. I’ve never been connected to anyone this way before, and tears prickle my eyes.I’m his.The desolate loneliness in the darkest corner of my heart dissipates.At last.
“You okay?” he asks tenderly.
“Yes.” I experimentally pivot my hips, and he jerks inside me. “Oh.”
“Oh?” A wry smile quirks his lips. “Is that a goodoh?”
“It’s a very goodoh.” I swerve my hips again. “Are you going to start moving, or do you expect me to do all the work?”
With a sound between a groan and a laugh, Ethan finally moves, and I want to shoutHallelujah. His tempo is excruciatingly slow and measured, but that feverish ache builds in my stomach again, shooting down to my core. I drag my nails down his back and sink my fingers into his ass. His rhythm falters with a moan, and he pounds into me as though he can’t stop himself. I feel a thrill of triumph, laced with power, run through me. I did that to him.
I’ve always been an intuitive creature. I should trust my instincts. I lift my head and suck gently on his shoulder, loving the salty taste of his skin, then I sink my teeth in. A guttural growl rumbles through him, and his hips jerk helplessly against me, thrusting deeper and faster.
“Ethan,” I breathe into his ear. I can’t help nibbling on his lobe before continuing, “Let go. Take me like you want to.”
“I ...” A vein pulses in his forehead. “I want to make you feel good.”
“I feel good. So good.” I swivel my hips in a circle, and his lips pull back from his teeth. “But you can make me feel better. Take me harder. Faster.”
“Gods, Sunny.” Ethan groans as his control shatters.
He lifts my arms above my head and pins them against the ground with one hand. Then he plants his other hand next to my shoulder and raises his torso until his back arches. And hemoves.
Ethan slams into me, withdraws to the tip, then slams into me again. I scream, the sound catching in my throat every time he drives into me. My staccato cries bounce off the walls of the cave in an erotic echo, and I’m beyond turned on. I scream louder, and he pumps in and out harder and faster. His pace is relentless, but he shows no signs of tiring.
“Oh my gods.” I strain against his hold on my wrists, my body writhing. The ache expands and rises until the pressure concentrates into my center. “Oh mygods.”
He releases my wrists, and I immediately cling on to his shoulders. Sweat beads on his forehead and slides down the sides of his face, dripping off his nose and down his chin like tears.I’mclose to tears, my pleasure as sharp as pain. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he inserts his hand between our slick, rocking bodies, and unerringly presses his thumb against my clit.
“Ethan,” I cry, splintering into a thousand pieces.
His rhythm breaks down at last. Planting his hand on the ground, he pounds into me, drawing out my cries. The muscles in his neck cord and strain, and I clench around him again and again. With a final thrust that pushes me up the dirt ground, he shouts his release, his body going taut. Then his arms give out, and he collapses on top of me.
His weight makes it difficult for me to breathe, but I decide breathing is not essential. Ethan on top of me, pressing into me. Ethanheavy inside me, connected to me. Those things are essential. They’re what I need to live.
My heart stops as I finally see the truth. I needEthanto live. He is essential to my very existence. By refusing his love—by denying my love—I’ve been suffocating the life out of myself. Have I prevented him from truly living as well?
How could I have been so foolish? Why did I hide my love from him, worried about a prophecy—worried about a future—we may never live to see? One of us might die today. Both of us might die. Am I willing to risk him dying without knowing that I love him? That I love him more than anything ... more than life itself? A choked sob escapes past my lips.
“Shit.” Ethan jerks his head up, his eyes still half-hooded. But when his gaze focuses enough to see me beneath him, he damn near throws his body off mine, collapsing on the ground beside me. “I’m sorry. I was crushing you.”
I shake my head, tears pouring out the corners of my eyes. I want to tell him that I love being crushed by him. That I already miss the feel of him inside me. That I love him with all my battered heart. I want to tell him I can’t believe he loves me back. It feels like the most wonderful miracle, and I’m afraid it’s all a dream. Another sob tears out of me.
