Chapter 7 #3
She nodded, lifting her hips with a frustrated little sound. “I won’t want you to stop.”
I kissed her again, then guided the head of my cock to her entrance and pressed in slowly. Her slick heat gripped me from the first inch, so tight I had to stop and drag air through my teeth before I lost every bit of control I’d promised myself I’d keep.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers clenching on my shoulders, and I froze, watching every flicker of her expression. There was discomfort there, and nerves, but also need. When I started to pull back a fraction, her thighs locked around me.
“No. Don’t stop.”
I kissed her forehead, my body shaking from the effort it took not to shove deep. “I’ve got you, baby. Gonna go slow until your body knows me.”
I pushed in an inch, then another, pausing every time her breath hitched too much. She was drenched and still so damn tight it felt like my cock was being gripped in a fist, hot enough to almost black out my vision.
When I reached the thin barrier inside her, I held her gaze. Her nails dug harder into me, but she nodded before I asked. “Do it.”
I kissed her as I pushed through, swallowing the small cry that broke from her as her body tensed hard beneath mine. Every protective instinct I had roared to life at the sound, but I held still, buried only partway inside her while she adjusted.
My cock throbbed viciously, my balls tight, with sweat sliding down my spine as I forced myself not to move. I wanted to fuck her. To breed her. Bury myself to the root and make the whole compound hear her call my name, but this moment mattered more than the animal inside me trying to claw free.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” I rasped, kissing anything I could reach while she breathed through it. “Perfect for me. Made for me.”
Her eyes squeezed shut for a second before opening again. “It hurts.”
“I know. I hate that part.”
“But it’s…” Her brows pulled together, confusion and pleasure mixing in her eyes as her body started to relax around me. “Not too bad now.”
My mouth curved despite the brutal ache of holding back. “That’s because your pussy knows who she belongs to.”
She gave a breathless little laugh that turned into a moan when I shifted just slightly inside her.
Her inner muscles clenched around me, and I groaned, dropping my forehead to hers.
The sound of my own control slipping seemed to spark something in her because her hands slid up into my hair, tugging gently until I looked at her.
The heat was back stronger than the pain. “More.”
I searched every line of her expression. “You sure?”
“Yes.” She rolled her hips carefully, and the movement dragged a rough curse out of me. “Please, Levi. I want more.”
I slowly gave her each additional inch until I was fully seated inside her. Every rational thought I had dissolved into the tight, wet clutch of her body.
She cried out again, but this time it wasn’t from pain.
Her back arched, her tits brushing my chest, and her thighs tightened around my waist like she was trying to keep me there.
I stayed still for a moment while she stretched around me, letting myself feel the impossible heat of being the first and only man to claim her this way.
“Fuck. You feel too good, baby. Tightest, sweetest thing I’ve ever had wrapped around me.”
Her hips moved in tiny, helpless rolls. “Move. Please!”
I eased back slowly, only halfway, then pushed in again with controlled pressure. Her mouth fell open, and the sound she made went straight through my chest. I did it again, a little deeper, watching her face as discomfort faded under pleasure.
The third stroke made her moan my name, and the fourth had her nails dragging down my back. “Harder.”
That was it. The last of my control snapped its leash and disappeared into the dark.
I caught her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, then drew back and drove forward hard enough to make her cry out. The bed shifted beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall with a heavy thud. Her body clenched around me, and I finally let myself take what she was offering.
I fucked her hard.
Just rough enough that the room filled with the sounds I’d been starving for.
Skin meeting skin, the bed creaking under us, and Saylor’s moans turning into cries as she lifted into every thrust. I kept one hand around her wrists and the other under her ass, angling her hips so I could get deeper and hit the place that made her go wild beneath me.
“That’s my girl,” I growled, driving into her while her thighs shook around my waist. “Taking me so fucking good. Knew this tight pussy was made for my cock.”
She whimpered, her head tossing against the pillow. “Levi.”
I released her wrists so I could slide a palm under her thigh to push it higher against my ribs. The new angle buried me deeper, and we both groaned at the same time.
She met me thrust for thrust, begging me with her body before the words even came.
“Harder. Please, harder.”
I slammed into her with more force. The woman I’d set out to ease into her first time was clawing at me like she wanted every careful intention dead on the floor, and I was more than willing to kill them for her.
“You wanted this.” My mouth brushed her ear while my hips kept pounding into hers. “Walked out in those leather pants, looked at me like you wanted to test my control. Now you’re spread out in my bed taking every inch of me like you were born for it.”
“Yes, I wanted you so much.”
“You have me.” I bit the side of her throat gently, then licked over the mark because the urge to leave one was too strong to fight. “And I’ve got you. Mine now, Saylor. This tight little pussy grips me like she never wants me to leave. All fucking mine.”
She came with my name tearing out of her, her body locking around me hard while I kept fucking her through her release. Knowing I was the only one to ever see her like this made it damn near impossible to last much longer.
“Fuck, baby.” My thrusts lost rhythm as pleasure tightened viciously at the base of my spine. “Gonna fill you. Come so deep, your body remembers me tomorrow.”
Her eyes opened, dazed and full of trust, and she wrapped her legs tighter around my waist. “Yes.”
I drove deep, planting myself as far inside her as her body would take me, and came with a broken groan.
My release pulsed hard into her, and the primal satisfaction of filling her unprotected nearly put me on my ass.
My body shuddered as I emptied myself inside the woman who’d gone from a stranger to the center of my fucking universe in a week.
I eased down carefully so I wouldn’t crush her, rolling just enough to keep us connected while pulling her against my chest. She tucked into me, one hand resting over my heart while her breathing slowly began to steady.
I kissed her damp hair, then her temple, then the corner of her mouth when she tilted her face up with a sleepy little smile. “You still with me?”
Her lashes fluttered. “Barely.”
I chuckled. “Good. Means I did it right.”
She tried to laugh, but it turned into a tired, pleased hum as she cuddled closer. I held her tighter and let my eyes close while my body finally started coming down from the most fucking mind-blowing climax I’d ever imagined.
Saylor was limp in my arms, my come still deep inside her, her body marked in ways nobody else would see but I would know about every time she looked at me tomorrow.
That thought followed me down as exhaustion dragged at both of us, and the last thing I felt before sleep pulled us under was her breathing against my chest and the absolute certainty that she was never walking away from me again.