Page 35 of Twilight Echoes
She was so tight.
Too tight.
“Avery,” he whispered. “Are you okay?” He stared at her beautiful face.
Her eyes were closed, and she bit down on her lower lip. She grabbed his ass and raised her hips, wincing.
All the air in his lungs flew out like a bird taking flight. “Oh, my sweet Avery.” He fanned her cheeks as he pulled back a little,easing himself slightly farther in as gently as he could. “Open your eyes.”
She refused him. Instead, she raised her hips, grinding against him and making a noise that was a cross between pleasure and pain.
He kissed her tenderly. Lovingly. He moved inside her slowly. Never going too deep. That would come soon enough. She needed a little time to adjust. And she would. But right now, he hated that he hurt his mate. It wasn’t a bad hurt. He knew that. There was enjoyment in their lovemaking. “Please, Avery. Look at me.”
She blinked open her eyes.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He rolled to his back, giving her total control of the pace. Of how much she could take in. The only thing he wouldn’t let her get away with was not experiencing another orgasm through the act of sex.
That would be a real travesty.
Her first time shouldn’t be about getting through the uncomfortable part, even though that was necessary. But she should still have all the joy.
He reached up with one hand and toyed with her tight nipple. His other hand squeezed her hip, guiding her to him and encouraging her to find her rhythm. To find what felt right for her, because this wasn’t about him.
Soft moans fell from her lips as she rocked back and forth, slowly accepting his entire length into her body. “Oh my…” She held his gaze. Her movements became wild. Frenzied. She dug her nails into his chest, clawing at his skin. “Darrell,” she whispered. “Yes, yes, please,” she begged.
He found her hard nub and rubbed it with his thumb while he jerked his hips upward, praying he wasn’t hurting heranymore. But with the wild sounds escaping her lips, he highly doubted that.
He couldn’t maintain control if he tried. So he didn’t. His entire life came down to this tiny sliver in time. The idea that the rest of his life with Avery could be cut short angered him, but it also made him want to savor every second he had with her.
And her family.
“Avery,” he whispered as his release exploded in her heat. He thrust inside her, trying to swallow his howl that could wake the dead. She did things to him no woman had ever been capable of and it wasn’t physical.
However, that turned out to be a really wicked side effect.
She collapsed on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her body and sucked in a deep breath, spent from the most mind-blowing experience he could have ever imagined. It was bigger than the first time he’d gotten a standing ovation for his choreography. Everything he’d done in life had led him to one place.
One person.
Avery.
She rolled to the side and he held her close, running his hand up and down her arm.
“You should have told me.” He tilted her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I would have done things differently.”
She blinked out a tear. “And that’s why I didn’t say anything. It would have weirded you out.”
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m not upset by it. I just wish you would have clued me in, especially after we talked about it. I mean, you led me to believe that?—”
“No. You assumed. And besides, do you have any idea what it’s like to be a twenty-four-year-old virgin? I mean, how pathetic.” She groaned, burying her head in his chest.
“Well, the good news is you’re not a virgin anymore.”
“I’m not in the mood for your weird humor, Darrell.”
