Page 175 of Jagged Souls
“It’s supposed to hurt the first time,” she snaps, wriggling her hips, trying to get the release she needs.
“No, it’s not.”
“Mary said –”
“Talk about anyone else right now,” I bite out through clenched teeth, “and I’ll kill them.” I lower her down another inch.
She pants, and she whimpers. Her hands claw at me. Her nails dig into my skin, raking lines down my hairy chest.
My eyes fasten onto her face. On the half-lidded rubies begging me to fill her with my cum. On the parted lips I’m so desperate to taste again. On the flush of her cheeks. Then my gaze drops to her pussy as she sits on my lap and takes me another fucking inch.
My arms tremble so damn hard as I fight myself from yanking her down onto my cock and fucking her until she can’t even recall her name.
But the first time doesn’t have to hurt if I take it slow. If I get her ready and put her need above my own. The taste of her pussy is already all over my face, and I lick my lips in an attempt to ease my own feral need. It doesn’t help. I want her hard and fast anddeep.
Gods, I want my cock swelling inside her as her own muscles lock around me, knotting us together.
“Don’t move,” I rasp as I reach up to touch my earring. I pinch it between my fingers, letting the pain push through the mindless heat.
But Siome doesn’t fucking listen.
She just sits her ass down, taking in every inch of my cock. And if I thought I’d died and gone to paradise before – surely this is hel.
Because I can’t stop myself from rolling her beneath me and fucking her like a beast.
She growls, the same frustration she had during our first time bleeding out past her lips. But just like then, I refuse to hurt her. I haven’t done any foreplay; she can’t possibly be ready for this.
So I pin her arms above her head, and I take her slow. My teeth nuzzle her neck. I lick the side of her face. She snarls at me, wanting me to move faster, fuck her harder, but I am taking the time to relearn her body. Over eighty years we have been apart, and I’m going to erase every other male she’s been with.
The memories of the drug den come back to me, but I push them away. They don’t belong here. Whatever male she has fucked doesn’t matter. They only used her, degraded her. And I will remind her that she is loved. That someone wants her for who she is.
How can they ever compete with that?
So I take my time relearning the feel of her pussy, the scent of her heat, the feel of her body against mine. I rebuild those memories so they impregnate on my brain, never to be forgotten, there for the days when she is not.
The pain grows in my heart, the knowledge that this can’t last if I wish to protect her from my curse.
But I push that away too.
In this moment, she is mine, and that is all that matters.
I love you, little helfire.
Come back to me.
Her frustration turns into crying whimpers. An edging that threatens to spill my seed. But I keep moving slowly. Keep learning every inch of her as she takes every inch of me.
She starts to shiver beneath me. Her eyes close. Her lips part on frantic pants. She’s so close, and I stop to enjoy the feel of her pussy clenching around me. Stop to inhale the delicious scent of her heat.
She growls.
Snaps her teeth as she opens her eyes to glare at me.
She tries to wiggle her hips, but I hold her still in my hands, pinned between me and the sofa. Looking into her eyes, I lift myself up. Most of my weight is on my knees, and my stomach clenches tight as it holds the rest.
She gasps as my cock leaves her, ready for when it comes back to fill her.
But I don’t push in.
