Page 97 of Roulette Rodeo
"So bossy," I tease, but relax in the sheets as he lets me go. “C’mon, solider. Fuck me already.”
He’s grinning again, but this time he’s stroking himself before stroking between my folds, and I’m anxious already, feeling the tingling rush of anticipation as this is it. This is where I’ll no longer be a virgin. No longer labeled “pure”. I’ll be like any other Omega. Touched and used, but with my permission. My choice.
I finally have a choice in what I want to happen in my life.
I gasp at the sensation, the thick head pressing against my entrance with a pressure that's both foreign and exactly what I've been craving. My body tenses instinctively, years ofprotection and preservation screaming at me to close up, to guard, to keep myself safe.
"Breathe, cherry," Shiloh murmurs, his free hand coming up to stroke my cheek. "Just breathe for me."
I force air into my lungs, trying to relax muscles that have never known this kind of intrusion. The stretch is intense, not quite pain but definitely not comfortable yet. He's barely inside, just the tip, and already I feel impossibly full.
"That's it," he encourages, holding perfectly still despite the tremor I can feel running through his arms. "Take your time. We've got all night."
All night. The promise in those words makes something flutter low in my belly, mixing with the strange new sensations. I focus on his face, on the way his jaw is clenched with the effort of control, on how his eyes never leave mine.
"More," I whisper, surprising myself with how much I mean it.
He inches forward, so slow it's almost torture. Every millimeter brings new sensation, my body stretching to accommodate him in ways it never has before. There's a burn to it, an ache that walks the line between discomfort and something else entirely.
"Fuck, Red," he grits out, and I can see what this is costing him. "You're so tight. So perfect."
Perfect. No one's ever called me perfect while I wasn't performing, wasn't putting on a show. But here, naked and vulnerable and taking him into my body for the first time, he thinks I'm perfect.
The thought makes me brave. I roll my hips experimentally, taking another inch, and we both groan at the sensation. The sound he makes—raw and desperate and barely controlled—sends heat spiraling through me.
"You're going to kill me," he mutters, but there's wonder in it.
"Good way to go, though, right?" I manage to tease, even as my body adjusts to this new fullness.
He laughs, the sound strained but genuine. "The best way."
Halfway now, maybe more. The initial shock is fading, replaced by something else. Not quite pleasure yet, but the promise of it. My body is learning him, adapting, opening in ways that feel both terrifying and right.
"Look at you," Shiloh says, voice rough with awe. "Taking me so well. So brave, my cherry girl."
My cherry girl. The possessive makes me clench around him, drawing a hiss from between his teeth.
"Sorry, I?—"
"Don't apologize." His hand slides down to my hip, thumb stroking soothing circles. "Never apologize for how good you feel."
He pushes forward again, steady and relentless, until suddenly there's resistance. The membrane that's somehow survived three years of hell, kept intact by stubbornness and promises and sheer fucking will.
"This is it," he says unnecessarily, because we both know what comes next.
I nod, not trusting my voice. This is the moment I've been saving, the choice that's finally mine to make. And I'm making it with him—this scarred soldier who can't tell nail polish colors apart but holds me like I'm precious.
"On three?" he suggests, and I love him a little for giving me even this tiny bit of control.
"On three," I agree.
"One." He pulls back slightly, adjusting his angle.
"Two." I take a deep breath, relaxing as much as I can.
"Three."
He pushes through in one smooth thrust, and the world goes white at the edges. The pain is sharp, bright, undeniable—butalso brief. It flares and then fades, leaving behind an ache that's almost sweet. Because this pain is mine. This choice is mine. This moment, after everything, is finally mine.
