Page 152 of Moonlit Nights & Northern Lights
I could feel him watching my face, cataloguing every expression as he worked me open. The intimacy of it, the way he seemed to know exactly what I needed before I did, left me breathless.
“I’m ready,” I pleaded. “Give it to me.”
…don’t bloody tempt me…
“Shh,” Rory said, taking another bite out of my thigh, his teeth finding fresh skin to mark. “I’m working.”
The sting of his bite mixed with the thrill of him adding another finger, stretching me wider. My body protested the intrusion even as it craved more. My hands found his hair without thought, fingers tangling in the blond strands and pulling until they were thoroughly mussed.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with approval.
His fingers worked me open with maddening patience, each movement deliberate and knowing. When he finally withdrew them, I felt hollow, aching for him to fill me again.
Rory kissed his way up my leg, his mouth hot against my thigh, then my hip. Each press of his lips built anticipation until I could barely breathe.
“Turn around for me, gorgeous,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “On your hands and knees.”
My handstrembled slightly as I braced myself against the sleeping bag, and I fought to keep anxiety from bleeding through our bond. The last thing I wanted was for Rory to sense any hint of nerves and stop.
His hands found my back, stroking long, soothing lines from my shoulders to the curve of my ass. “So bloody gorgeous,” he whispered, his palms warm against my skin.
His fingers traced the curve of my spine, then spread across my ribs, mapping me with the dedication of a cartographer. When his hands moved to my thighs, I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through me.
The head of his cock nudged against me, and I tensed—couldn’t help it—my breath stuttering as my body fought between want and instinct.
“Easy,” Rory whispered, one hand settling on my hip whilst he used the other to guide himself. “I’ve got you.”
The first push stole the breath from my lungs. My body seized, rejecting the intrusion even as I desperately wanted it. The stretch was intense, nothing like his fingers had been.
“Can’t—” The word escaped before I could stop it, panic creeping up my throat.
Rory immediately stilled, his cock barely inside me. His grip on my hips gentled, becoming a soothing caress.
“I know,” he said, oh-so soothingly. “I know it feels impossible right now. Like you can’t take any more. But you can.”
“I want it,” I told him. “Please don’t stop.”
He pushed in the tiniest bit more, and a whimper slipped out of me.
“Shh, Teddy. You’re doing so good for me. Bear down for me. That’s it.”
The burn was excruciating, like being split open from the inside. My body fought him, clenching instinctively against the intrusion. But through our bond, I could feel Rory’s pleasure—the devastating sensation of my tightness around him, the way I gripped him like a vice. His euphoria flooded through me, drowning out my discomfort until I couldn’t tell where my pain ended and his bliss began.
Rory tightened his grasp on my hips, pushing deeper. “Fuck, fuck,fuck,you’re so tight. I’m almost there. You feel so,sogood. There!”
We cried out together as he pushed inside, finally all the way in. It was utterly overwhelming—too much and not enough all at once. My ass burned, stretched beyond what seemed possible, but the satisfaction of being so completely filled was indescribable.
…fuck, he’s perfect. So bloody perfect. Can’t believe he’s letting me have him…
Rory’s thoughts crashed through my mind, pure, undiluted. So many emotions—his wonder at being inside me, his disbelief that I wanted this, wantedhim.
He breathed hard above me, his hands caressing my back and hips before one finger traced the stretched rim where we were joined. “Feel that? Feel me inside you?”
I could only moan and nod. It still hurt, but the fullness, the way Rory filled every empty space inside me—it was everything I’d never known I needed.
Bit by bit, I relaxed, letting the silk of the sleeping bag caress my skin, letting Rory comfort me with touches and kisses to my spine. Every point where our skin connected burned. I ached for even more contact, craved the weight of him against me.
“Does it feel good?” Rory asked.
