Page 77 of His Deadly Lies

His fingers tangle in my hair as he waits for me to adjust. Drawing me to him for another kiss where our tongues tangle together.

“I’m all right.” Tears prick the corner of my eyes. “I’m fine.”

Carter rolls his hips without breaking the kiss and starts to move, pulling out of me so that only the head of him remains inside and then gradually pushing home. Delicately. Reverently. “You can take all of me and then some, so deep I’ll always be there,” he says.

I’m not a virgin anymore.

A small moan burns the back of my throat at the feeling of him looming over me, his powerful body keeping me pinned to the mattress as his hand skims down my breast. I’m not a virgin, and Carter is the only man I’ve been with.

I crane my head to watch the length of him disappearing inside of me. It’s outstanding. And without the barrier of a condom between us, the friction of skin on skin is a heady experience, going straight to my head. Carter fucks me unhurriedly and pauses, only to take my wrists and shove them above my head.

“Let me fuck you,” he urges. “Let me touch you and make you come again.”

He drags his hands down my arm, bracing himself with one and bracketing my throat with the other, his forehead against mine as he continues to thrust.

Then my nipple is in his mouth, rubbed between his teeth as he tastes me. Biting down just hard enough that I cry out.

Every bit of pain subsides with his next stroke, and I rock against him in a clear demand.

My inner muscles stretch around him, gripping him, and I’m too desperate for him to go slow anymore. To savor.

We’ll have time later tonight, no matter how scared I am. Slowing down isn’t going to keep me from worrying about tomorrow.

“Harder,” I demand.

“Are you—”

“If you ask me if I’m fucking sure, then I’m going to be mad. And you don’t want me mad. Not when I’m dripping around you.”

My head falls back as he winds his hips and thrusts punishingly forward, taking me. Pounding inside of me. He impales me with his length until I’m crying out, my eyes wide as I stare down at our connection. A flush burns my cheeks. Skin to skin, sweat on sweat, and he’s slamming inside of me. My legs automatically wrap around him, and I hold on tight through the thrusts, our bodies slick. His full length filling every available inch of space and his pubic mound rubbing my oversensitized clit.

“I’m close,” Carter manages to get out. “Do you want me to come inside of you, Mia? Will you let me come in you?”

Rougher. Unyielding. Chasing his release.

“Yes, please.” I pull him closer, reaching out even though he told me to keep my arms overhead and my nails digging into his shoulders.

His movements go jerky, and he holds my hip with one hand. I’m clenching him so tightly he’s not going anywhere as he roars his own release, his seed filling me. He thrusts through the orgasm until every last bit of him belongs to me, and his cock softens.

I’m panting, shaking, my body spent as I struggle to draw air into my lungs.

Carter balances on his arms and legs, and his forehead drops to mine, his own chest heaving. He’s just as splintered as I am.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he whispers. “You and that tight fucking pussy spasming around me.”

Good.

I’m not sure how long we stay there linked together, his member soft enough to slip out of me. We somehow end up on our sides beside each other.

He’s not leaving me, and I’m unsure why I expected him to bolt at the first sign of softening from me. He’s not acting like he regrets it, either. It’s odd, I think, trailing my fingers up and down his chest until he groans. It’s odd to lean into the vulnerability in a way I never have before. To feel this alive. To feel so seen.

“What have we gotten ourselves into?” I whisper, replacing my fingers with my lips and kissing his chest, his arms, whatever piece of his body I can reach.

I drag my nails along his side and over his hip bone toward his thighs and hesitate at the last moment.

“Don’t stop, “ he grumbles. “It’s soothing.”

“What is?”

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