Page 85 of Where Dark Hearts Devour
. . .and says my name.
I drag my awareness back to his face and almost recoil at his expression. He looks anguished and ...haunted.
“What—?”
His voice cracks. “I’m inside you.”
Suddenly, the sensation makes sense. It isn’t just his wide body keeping my legs apart; it’s the crown of his cock inside of me.
“Do something.” His eyes are narrow and pleading. “Before I lose my fucking mind.”
What?
I battle with his demand. I don’t want to move. I want him to inch deeper and fill me completely. I want him to fuck me into the mattress, virginity or no virginity—I don’t care.
“Trilby!” The bed shakes beneath his braced arms and barely contained growl. He sucks in a tight breath and pushes his cock in by a fraction.
Webothgroan.
How can we deny ourselves and each other when we both want thisso badly?
My head is spinning, and my ability to think straight has evaporated, along with my conviction.
He drops his head. His shoulders are glistening with sweat.
Another fraction.
I mewl like a cat, and the already tight walls of my pussy close around him like lips sucking on a popsicle. My body knows what it needs better than I do.
He pumps lightly and groans like a lion taunting its next kill.
This is too good to stop. The sensation is strange, unfamiliar, but so right I can’t argue with it.
“Stop me,” he whispers again. “Don’t let me ruin your life.”
He pumps again, and I cry out, the need making my pussy throb painfully.
“I want you,” I purr. “Don’t pull out, Cristiano, please,” I beg him mindlessly.
He pumps a few more times, refusing to push his cock more than a quarter way in. It’s agonizing.
He fists a hand in my hair, forcing my eyes up to his.“You have no idea how much I want to push through your barrier, break in your walls, and come deep in your gut while I swallow your moans.”
There’s a “but,” but it doesn’t come. Instead he lowers his face into the crook of my neck and groans.
I use all my strength to squeeze myself around his cock. He jerks against me, and I hear his teeth gnash together.
I’m losing my damn mind. I can’t do this slowly—it’s going to hurt. But if he moves just another inch, he’ll break me in. Do I want that?
I don’t know. I just wanthim.
Eventually, his breaths soften, and he lifts his head, casting a warm gaze across my frazzled features. “I’m pulling out,” he says quietly. “Just give me a minute.”
He bends his arms, and the veins pop out with the pressure of holding himself up for so long. I feel his lips caress my ear, and he nuzzles my lobe. I’m dying of need.
My heart sinks. I know he has to pull out, but I don’t want to stop.
A thought crosses my mind. “I want to taste you,” I whisper shyly.
