Page 115 of Before Broken Vows
Two fingers now. The stretch is tight but good, and soon my hips are moving with him, my body aching to be filled again.
"Such a perfect slut for me," he says, voice dark and full of lust. "You'd let me have you any way I want."
He pulls his fingers out, and I feel the head of his cock replace them.
He goes slow.
Careful.
His hands grip my hips as he pushes in, inch by inch, until he's fully inside.
The stretch burns, but it's exquisite. I groan, gripping the sheets, my eyes fluttering closed.
"Fuck," he says. "You feel like heaven."
He starts to move, deep, slow thrusts that force me to breathe deeply to control myself. My body adjusts fast, the pain fading to something dizzying and electric.
His hands roam up my back and then reach forward to twist my hair into a makeshift handle. He pulls back just enough to angle me up as he fucks me harder.
"Oh my God," I gasp. "Theo?—"
"You feel that?" he says, his voice breaking with restraint. "You're taking all of me." He thrusts into me. "I want you to feel this tomorrow."
He picks up speed, driving into me with wild, unrelenting need. I see our shadows on the ceiling, the candles showing me how he's giving it to me. I moan again, loud, raw, unfiltered.
His fingers slide under me to rub my clit.
The pressure starts to build again, wild and impossible, and I realize I'm going to come from this. From being so completely, fully taken.
"Yes," he growls. "Come again. Come on my cock while I take your ass."
I scream as the second orgasm hits me, blinding and violent.
It rips through me like a lightning strike, raw and overwhelming. I cry out, my whole body shaking violently again as Theo fucks me through it—relentless, possessive, merciless.
Through my intense pleasure, I hear his breath get ragged. He's coming to his own release now, unable to hold back any longer.
He gives my hair another tug and picks up his pace, fucking me harder than he has.
Theo groans loudly, slamming in deep one last time with such force I fall forward, and he stays in me.
I feel the twitch, the heat, his hips jerking with release as he moans my name like it's the only word he's ever known.
I feel the warm sensation as his come fills me. After a few slow thrusts, milking out everything he has, he lowers himself gently over my back, kissing my spine.
"Fuck," he breathes, then shifts and lays next to me. I'm still on my stomach—my body won't let me move.
We're both panting, covered in sweat and rose petals.
Then he carefully pulls me into his arms.
"Damn, do I love you," he says with a smile, kissing my temple.
I curl into his chest. "I fucking love you too."
After about ten minutes in silence, we clean up and get dressed. I put the monitor of Xander sleeping on the nightstand as Theo blows out all the candles.
As I watch him, my body aches, my lips are swollen, and I've never felt more claimed, or more safe. I can't help but think that didn't just break me apart tonight, he pieced me back together in the same breath.
