Chapter 34
Luna
Zayden carries me upstairs like I weigh nothing. Even though I’m not small. I’m tall, and I’ve always had some muscle on me, extra weight that makes lifts in pairs skating harder.
He sets me on the edge of the bed and just watches me for a second.
“Can I take this off?” He points toward the shirt.
I nod, and he reaches for it, lifting my arms so he can pull it over my head.
I’m bare in front of him. His eyes roam over my body like he’s memorizing me. He pushes his pants down, leaving him in his boxers.
Holy shit!
He’s so fucking hard and big.
My mouth goes dry. He’s gonna destroy me. A little thrill dances up my spine at the thought. Nerves and need twist together in my belly as I crawl backward to the middle of the bed. The sheets are cool against my back, but I’m burning inside.
Zayden moves over me, the bed sinking under his weight.
He’s looking at me like I’m his whole sky.
Like I’m his sun and his moon, just like my name.
I’ve always felt like a contradiction, trying to be the sun, to shine, to smile, and burn through the cold.
But sometimes the darkness wins, and I welcome it like the moon, disappearing into its shadows.
“You okay?” he whispers against my lips.
I nod.
“Are you sure you want this?” His hand trails down my arm.
“I’ve always wanted my first time to be with a hockey player.” I drag my finger down his back. “They have the best hip movement.” I smile up at him.
Zayden groans and drops his forehead to mine.
Then he kisses me. His lips trail down my throat, leaving heat in their path.
He kisses the spot just above my collarbone, then lower, down to my breasts.
He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks it, teasing me with his tongue.
His fingers play with my other nipple, rolling it, adding just enough pressure to make me whimper.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmurs, watching my reaction. Then he pulls back and reaches toward the nightstand. He grabs a condom and brings it to his mouth.
“Wait.” I grab his hand before he can open it.
He freezes, eyes meeting mine. “Everything okay?”
“Do we have to use one?” I nod toward the condom in his hand.
His eyes search mine like he’s trying to understand what I’m asking. “You don’t want to?”
“I want to feel all of you,” I say nervously. “I’m on the pill, and I’ve never been with anyone before.”
He leans down, bringing his forehead to mine again. “I haven’t been with anyone for a while either, and I’ve always used protection before. But do you know what you’re asking?”
I nod, but he still doesn’t move.
“I want you to come inside of me.” I want him to fill every part of me, not just my body, but the ache I’ve been carrying for weeks. I want to feel him so deep I forget every doubt I’ve ever had. I want to wake up and still feel him there.
“You want me to fill you up, baby? Stay inside of you for days, so you never forget how this feels?” His mouth is so close to mine I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin.
“Yes, please.” I nod.
Zayden lifts his hips just enough to push his boxers down and off his legs.
Oh.
I knew he was big from the bulge in his boxers, but it’s different seeing his full length. Whatever he sees on my face must betray me, because he smirks.
“What’s the matter? Change your mind?”
The fucker!
“Nope.” I shake my head, even though my mouth is dry.
He wraps his fingers around his length and strokes himself slowly. Then he leans down again, settling between my thighs. “Ready for me?”
I nod. My body is trembling with need.
He strokes once more before lining himself up at my entrance. Then he pushes in slowly, and I gasp at the pressure as he stretches me. He’s not even halfway, and it’s already too much.
“Jesus, Luna. You’re so fucking tight.” A groan escapes his throat as he stops, giving me a moment to adjust. “Breathe for me, nice and slow.”
I suck in air, feeling the burn.
“I’m gonna move now, okay?”
I nod, already lost in the way he feels inside me. He brings his lips to mine, kissing me as he pushes in all the way. He’s so deep that I feel him everywhere, and I can’t help the gasp that slips out.
He pulls back slightly to look at me with a small crease between his eyes. “Luna, did I hurt you?”
I want to answer, but my body is too busy adjusting to him to form any words.
His eyes widen in panic. “Shit,” he mutters. “I’m sorry, I went too fast, too deep.” He pulls back a little.
“Zayden.” I take his face in my hands. “I’m okay. I just needed a minute to adjust.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist. “More, please.”
When he finally moves again, it’s slow. Like he’s afraid of hurting me, but I can tell he’s barely holding himself back.
He pulls back what feels like an inch and thrusts back in. I arch into it, moaning as the pain turns into pleasure.
“Zayden…”
“I know, baby,” he groans. “I know. You feel so fucking good.” He lifts me slightly, angling my hips to take him even deeper.
I drag my nails across his back.
“Fuck—I’m sorry.” His forehead presses to mine, and his mouth brushes against my lips. “I’m trying to go slow, but you feel like fucking heaven.”
His next thrust knocks the air out of my lungs as he pushes in deeper and rougher.
And I love every second of it, the pressure mixing with the pleasure.
I’ve never felt anything like it. The wet slap of skin against skin, the whimper that slips from my lips, the wrecked noise in his throat every time I clench around him.
“Fucking hell, Luna.” He reaches for the headboard like he needs something to hold on to. I feel him everywhere, like our feelings are blending with each other.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, fingers digging into my thighs, gripping me harder as he pounds into me. He shudders against me like he’s falling apart. “Stop me if it’s too much, baby.”
But I don’t want to stop him. He promised to ruin me, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.
“Please don’t stop.” I tighten my legs around him, fingers tugging at his locs and pulling his mouth to mine. I kiss him as he falls apart above me.