Page 55 of Stolen Rival
My body freezes, and he looks up at me, a stitch in the middle of his forehead pinching his brows together.
“It’s… I…” It shouldn’t be this hard to say the words.
He waits, but from the storm in his eyes, it’s not patiently.
“I’m a virgin.” I can’t look at him when I say it, and my skin burns more from embarrassment now than being turned on.
“Considering how your father kept you locked away behind those gates of his, I’m not surprised.”
“Oh.”
“It’s okay. I’ll take it slow. Let’s get you relaxed and ready for me.”
It’s not exactly romantic, but gratitude swells in my throat that he’s not going straight to the main event. That he’s not going to take his giant cock and destroy my pussy. At least not on our first time.
His hand works my clit, and since I’m already primed, it’s a matter of seconds before I’m dangling off the edgeof a cliff, ready to detonate. Every cell in my body zings with an electrical current, and my pulse skitters so quickly I’m not sure it’ll ever come back to normal. My arms and legs twitch as my muscles tighten, ready and hungry for release.
“Are you ready to come,mo mhuirnín?”
I nod, my teeth close to drawing blood from biting my lip.
“I’ll let you come on one condition.”
Oh no you don’t. You’re not usurping my control now. “No conditions. If you don’t do it, I will.”
He smirks, like he knows the game I’m playing, but it doesn’t stop him kissing me again, using his tongue to unhook my lips. When he pulls back, he brushes his nose against mine.
“If you’d let me finish, I meant stop holding back. Stop biting your lip. Stop trying to be quiet. Just let go, Sorcha. Let go.” He doesn’t give me the chance to argue, his fingers dance like the wind, and within seconds, the room shatters into blinding white light as a raw scream bursts from my body.
He keeps going, drawing every drop of my climax from me, dotting chaste kisses along the edge of my jaw through the aftershocks until my jerking limbs become boneless.
Holy. Shit.
None of my orgasms have ever felt like that, so deep, so devouring, so overwhelming… I feel it everywhere, its wake leaving a tingling warmth throughout my body.
He doesn’t waste time before rolling onto me and settling between my legs, he doesn’t take off my bra or caress me while whispering sweet nothings into my ear about how he’s going to make it good for me. No, this isn’t making love after my wedding night. this is raw sex, pure and simple.
And not even a best-orgasm-of-my-life buzz can distract me from that fact.
“Ready?” He’s not exactly Shakespeare with his words.
I nod. “I’m ready.” I can’t remember a time I’ve ever gone from feeling so good to so anxious. I’m getting emotional whiplash lying under a beautiful man. I focus on the ink coloring his skin, an intricate swirl of roses, daggers, skulls, and traditional Celtic tattoos, and I reach out, tracing the patterns with my fingertips.
He nudges my legs further apart before shucking his boxers down his legs. When his cock slides through my slick arousal, there’s no denying it feels good. I tip my head back, trying to force my body to relax on a sigh. Patrick doesn’t say anything else as he holds my thighs and works himself inside me.
I’m not sure how much of his dick is in me, but the stretch bites. I knew it would hurt, but I wasn’t prepared for how the sting doesn’t feel all bad. He inches in a little more. I’m so wet, my body makes it easy for him. His forearms flex, his jaw is tense, and there’s a prickling of sweat across his forehead from exertion.
I should be grateful he’s holding back to not hurt me. The strain in his muscles make them pop as he continues to push inside me until he’s balls deep.
He collapses over me with a grunt. “So fucking tight. Are you okay?”
Huh. I guess he’s not so up his own arse that he can’t consider the person he’s in bed with. I nod, turning my head so he can’t see my tears or the blood on my lip from biting it to stop myself from crying out.
With his dick inside me, it feels like there isn’t anymore room in my body. It’s hard to breathe from the pressure squeezing me from inside, but it’s not unpleasant.
He grips my chin, turning me back to him. “Don’t hide from me,mo mhuirnín.Are you adjusted? Ready for more?”
In answer, I flex my walls around his cock, making himhiss through his teeth. He pulls his hips back from mine before sliding back inside me. I’ve never been able to make myself come from G-spot stimulation, but Patrick’s dick is so big there’s pressure…everywhere.
