Page 208 of Merciless Desires

Without shadows there can be no beauty.

He licked my lips and tongue with gentle urgency, biting, nibbling and sucking while the head of his cock pressed against me. Instinctively, I lifted my knees, opening myself up. His cock slid into my entrance and Dax stilled. Even his lips stopped moving as though he’d been turned to stone.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I whispered against his warm skin.

He released a pent-up sigh and kissed me deeply, his cock burrowing another inch. I held my breath anticipating pain, but so far, I had only felt slight discomfort and unfamiliarity. He was stretching me from the inside out but nothing about it felt wrong.

Dax found a rhythm I could cope with, pushing himself in a little then kissing and caressing my lips while I acclimatised. “Are you okay?” he asked between short breaths.

I nodded, not trusting the words that might come out of my mouth. I was more than okay. I felt amazing. Womanly and strong.

“This won’t make you come,” he said, in a voice so quiet I had to concentrate to hear. “Not the first time.”

“I know that.” My throat was dry with nerves.

He paused and stroked the back of his hand down the side of my face. He was only halfway inside but it felt as though I couldn’t take any more of him.

“But I’ll do whatever I can to make this good for you, okay?”

His eyes were almost black and his brow lightly furrowed. He seemed to be holding something back, but I nodded.

“Have you done this a lot?” I said, then baulked at the question – both the subject matter and the ridiculous timing of it. A small dimple appeared on his left cheek and his eyes danced, though he didn’t smile. He didn’t mock my naivete.

“Not lately.”

I pouted. “Well, that’s a little non-committal.”

His eyebrows rose. “You want to talk about this now?”

I closed my eyes feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. “No. I’m sorry.”

His fingertips stroking my forehead made my eyelids ping and this time he was smiling.

“I’ve had a few relationships – not serious. But…”

His eyelashes cast downwards and I ducked to peek under them.

“…not since the incident.”

His choice of word made me still. He’d said incident, not accident. Someone had done this to him on purpose. My chest tightened and my pelvic area stretched, just as Dax’s eyes widened.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

“What?” I panted slightly at the increasing pressure between my legs.

“You just pulled me in, Rose. I’m almost fully inside you. Are you okay?”

I reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt. “I’m absolutely fine.” Then I drew his lips onto mine and focused on the dance of our tongues as he pushed in the rest of the way. My back arched, trying to escape the pressure, but I clung to him as if he was the key to keeping me safe.

His forehead dropped to my shoulder and a long slow breath warmed my neck.

Seconds passed before he spoke.

“Why do you have to feel so damn good, Rose?”

I had no response. I couldn’t believe my walls would feel good to anybody.

“Why do you have to be so perfect?”

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