Page 94 of Where Dark Hearts Devour
My words trip over themselves. “I don’t care if it hurts. I just want to feel you. All of you.” I dip my head and lick my tongue across his lips.
An unbearable few seconds of silence pass before he grinds out his final resolve. “You’re mine, little one.”
Then he drops me.
His cock slices through my hymen in one fell swoop that steals every ounce of breath from my lungs. I feel like I’m being ripped apart and stretched outward, fit to burst.
“Oh fuck,” I pant. “Fuck, fuck,fuck.”
“Trilby ... are you okay? Tell me you’re okay.” The words come out fast and urgent as his kisses decorate my face.
I nod, because even though I’m in unadulterated agony, I’m okay. “I want you ... to do ... one more thing ... for me,” I say through short gasps.
“Anything,” he replies between tender licks and kisses.
“Come inside me.”
He stops. “Trilby, I?—”
“I just had my period,” I say hurriedly. “I know how it works. Please ...”
He grips my face again, but with a gentleness that softens me around him. Then he presses his lips to mine and starts to move. At first it feels as if someone’s running a razor blade up and down my soft virgin walls, but as I loosen and relax I begin to sense something else. He was right about me feeling him in my stomach, but what he didn’t say was that I’d feel himeverywhere.
I loosen around him, and he moves slowly in and out. Every now and then a low growl passes from his lips to mine, along with whispers of praise.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, Trilby. You feel likeheaven. I can’t get enough of you. You take all of me so well.”
That last one has me moaning too, and he laps up the sound with his tongue. I’m too far gone to kiss with any sense of order or decorum, so I let him take control. He nibbles my lips and tastes every inch of my mouth and tongue as he thrusts long, deep, and slow into my core.
He fucks with his whole body, as though it’s as easy and natural as breathing.
I’ve never done this before, but somehow I know sex isn’t always like this, which makes this one-time slip so delectably bittersweet.
“You’re getting so tight,” he murmurs, then he thrusts a little harder. “Un.Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
I lost the power of speech a little while ago, but my shortened, gasping breaths communicate everything I feel.
He frees my mouth and drags hot, wet lips down the side of my throat to the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder, and there he straight up makes out with my collarbone. His rhythm doesn’t break.
When his teeth sink into the neckline of my dress and drag it down over my chest, my gasps become louder no matter how hard I try to contain them.
His tone is urgent. “Bite down on your fist,” he demands.
I do as he says, almost feeling a little stupid. My fist is the last thing I want in my mouth right now.
But then I understand.
He dips his scorching tongue into my bra and flicks my right nipple out into the warm summer air. He sucks it into his mouth, along with half of my swollen, aching breast, and devours it.
I thank God my fist is in my mouth as I bite down hard. With the relentless thrusting into the center of my core and the cannibalistic plundering of my breast, I can’t contain a sound—I just have to plug it.
He moans as he sucks, sending zaps of fire down my spine, and growls as he lets the nipple pop out before moving to the left. I’m delirious. I need to let go, but I don’t know how.
“Cristiano,” I whimper.
He swirls his tongue around the circumference of my breast one last time and then looks up at me with dark eyes. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers huskily. “Even more so when you’re coming undone.” He works a hand between us and presses his thumb on my clit while he thrusts faster.
“OhGod, Cristiano . . .”
