Page 61 of Light the Fire

I nodded again.

He pushed in a little farther, and a small snap of pain made me gasp.

He paused again. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Don’t stop.”

With what I could see was immense restraint, Rix slid inside me as slowly as he could. I relaxed my body and breathed like he told me to. I trusted him. He’d shown me nothing but kindness, understanding and compassion since the moment we met. And even now, he was continuing to show me those things, even though I could see the primal desire to be rough and wild gleaming in his eyes.

With a small grunt and another small push, he was fully seated inside me. He took a moment, and my body stretched to accommodate his length and girth.

Yeah, my fingers—and his fingers—were no substitute.

But as my body continued to relax and acclimatize to his welcome invasion, everything started to feel good.

I lifted my hips up, and his eyes widened. All I needed to do was nod, and he took my encouragement and began to move.

Dear sweet God.

My eyes fluttered closed, but his commanding voice, telling me to look at him, made them flash open again.

“How’s that feel, Wildcat?” he asked, moving slow and steady, even gentle.

I nodded. “Good …sogood.”

His grin was cocky. “Yeah? How good?”

“So good,” I whimpered, arching my back. He dropped his head and snagged one of my nipples between his teeth and tugged, drawing a harsh gasp from my throat, pursued by a low moan I felt all the way down to my toes. He scissored his teeth over the tight bud, and I felt my eyes threaten to roll back into my head.

How had I been denied such pleasure in life for twenty-three years?

This was what people—normalpeople did for fun? For enjoyment? I hadn’t even brought my own hand between my legs. I’d denied myself even that. Orbeendenied that because I wasn’t taught a damn thing about the human body.

I clenched and spasmed around his cock as he drove it deeper into me, rubbing that spot inside me that seemed to make my brain short-circuit.

Only briefly did I acknowledge the fact that with Rix inside me, with us connected so intimately, was I able to focus on the single heartbeat of a cricket three feet away. I could tune out everything else around me, including Rix’s own heartbeat, and focus on the cricket’s.

But I wasn’t able to think about that new discovery for long before the grinding of his pelvic bone against my clit increased the pleasure whipping into a froth inside me to almost uncontainable proportions.

“Harder,” I panted, the word sounding almost like a beg.

“Wildcat?”

I opened my eyes to find Rix giving me a concerned lift of his brow.

I nodded. “Harder and faster, Rix. I won’t break.”

“Oh, I know you won’t break, baby. You’re the strongest fucking thing on the planet.”

I grinned at him. “Then give me everything you got.”

“Yes, my Wildcat, whatever you wish.” Then he lifted up from where was hovering over me, shoved his hands under my butt and lifted my hips up until he was pumping into me hard, on his knees, with his fingers digging painfully and deliciously into the backs of my thighs. “Touch your clit, baby.”

I nodded and brought one of my free hands between my legs and to my sopping center. Using some of my own fluid, I swirled two of my fingers around my throbbing, swollen clit and chewed on my lip as the neurons in my body fired and new, overwhelming bliss crashed through me.

The slapping sound of flesh against flesh was like music to my ears. I loved it. I never wanted any of this to end: the connection I felt with Rix, the feral want and claim in his eyes as he hammered into me faster and harder, and the building need for release that I just kept chasing but secretly never wanted to catch. Only I did.

It was all so beautifully messy.

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