Page 11 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
Fed catches me looking. “Try not to think about it too much. Just relax.”
I uncurl to my back and bend my knees as he aims himself at my opening. My lids squeeze shut.
“Open your eyes,” he says softly. “Don’t tense.”
I exhale a long breath and he pushes his way in. When he pauses, I know it’s because he’s reached my hymen and this is going to really hurt.
“Are you okay?” he asks again.
I breathe slowly and whisper, “Yes.”
It all happens so fast, yet too slowly. Fed thrusts forward and pain bursts through my core. My eyes snap shut but as soon as the darkness fades, someone else is looking back at me.
Bronze eyes, heated gaze.Unaffected.
I cry out like a wounded animal and feel Fed’s lips on the side of my face.
He moves.
In, out, in, out.
I feel like I’m crumbling in pain.
I shake my head but the vision just won’t leave.
Benito Bernadi is staring up at me through a gap in the door. His whole body is solid, like stone, his eyes possessive, as though he only needs to look at something once to make it his.
Lips slide down my cheek and the heaviness on top of me moves faster, driving a hard length in and out of my body.
Fed reaches for my fingers and shoves them between us. He wants me to take care of myself again. I don’t think I can focus on that while my insides bleed, but I’m willing to try anything to lessen the pain. I’mstill wet so my fingers move easily, stoking the embers still burning.
Benito turns a fraction so his suited body blocks out the rest of the room. That dark gazeconsumesme. His chiseled jaw grinds left to right and his hooded brow darkens. He licks his bottom lip leaving a lick of saliva in its wake. The hand he raises to wipe it away is gripping something with a casual prowess. I narrow my eyes, suddenly desperate to know what it is.
Black metal, a loaded chamber, a calloused finger pressing softly on the trigger.
Fuck.
A bolt of fire erupts across my pelvis and I arch my back, letting my head drop back against the comforter. I can barely hear Fed’s words as he moves faster through my slickened heat, driving more tremors through my core. Tears stream down my cheeks. I know I’m crying out but I don’t recognize my own voice. It soundswanton.
I’m still shaking when Fed’s weight covers me and the sound of his heavy breaths invades my ears.
“Are you okay?” I ask in a throaty voice.
He swallows twice before he replies and keeps his face buried in my shoulder when he does.
“I’ve never been worse.” His words vibrate against my collarbone and I instantly stiffen.
“What?” I whisper.
When he lifts his head, his irises are doused in flames. “I finally got what I’ve wanted foryears, Tess. And it won’t ever be enough.”
I pull his head into my chest and stare up at the ceiling, a heated gaze warming the periphery of my vision.
Then the realization sears me more than the tear in my hymen: My best friend is the person I lost my virginity to, but his face wasn’t the one I saw when I came.
It’s late afternoon when Fed drops me at the end of my street. He cuts the engine and we stare out of the windshield, not speaking. Only the sound of our breathing fills the car.
Finally, Federico breaks the silence. “Will you write me?”
