Chapter 20 #3
“Granite—” But his tongue claimed my sex again. This time it was hard, greedy, and unrelenting. More and more, harder and harder. All my body could do was surrender to the toxic mix of pleasure and pain that had every inch of me knotted in ecstasy.
“Granite…God. It’s too much.”
He didn’t stop, his tongue lapping down to my entrance, and then back up to my clit.
It started at my toes, the current moving up my legs, my thighs, and I knew it was about to erupt.
“I’m going to come.” The words left my mouth unabashedly, and my shoulders complained as I pulled against the ropes.
He slipped a finger inside me, and that was the last push my body needed before pleasure exploded in my core.
A scream ripped from my throat, his tongue not stopping, determined to carry me through every second of pleasure.
The ripple of ecstasy crashed against every bone, my legs and arms quivering with an orgasm so strong I was sure it would crack me wide open.
“Jesus Christ. Your come is so fucking sweet.” Lapping at my entrance, licking all around my sex, Granite didn’t stop until my body went lax on the mattress.
There was no way I was able to control my breathing, my body still electrified from the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced. My mind was in a haze, too many different sensations running rampant in my body. There wasn’t a single feeling I could focus on. Not a single coherent thought.
His hands wrapped around my ankles, my legs too weak to fight. “What are you doing?”
“I’m tying your legs again.”
It took every ounce of strength I had left to lift my head off the pillow to see what was happening. “Why? Why are you tying me up again?”
“Because once I start pushing my cock inside you, your legs will want to close, feeling that kind of pressure for the first time.”
My heart beat so fast, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the pleasure that still lingered in my bones, or whether it was from the vague threat of pain in his words.
“Are you going to hurt me?” My voice shook, my stomach suddenly twisted in knots.
“Yes,” he answered simply without hesitating. No remorse. No guilt.
I swallowed hard, my throat nothing but sand.
Granite stood straight at the end of the bed, and he slowly unbuckled his belt before slipping off his jeans.
Even if I tried, I wouldn’t have been able to look away.
Naked, he looked even more powerful, dominant…
beautiful. Tattoos covered most of his body—different shapes, different images that were too hard to make out under the flicker of candlelight.
But among them was one I could see clearly, an eagle across his chest. It seemed as magnificent as him, strong and majestic.
My gaze dropped to his cock, hard and proudly standing at attention as the head almost reached his navel.
He eased onto the bed, slipping his tongue against my leg as he moved up my body. My head fell back, new desire blooming inside me like flowers waking after winter. Up and up he went, and I felt the head of his cock brush against my leg.
As he moved, he slid his hand between my legs, dipping a finger inside me. “We need to make sure you’re still soaking wet for this, ballerina girl.”
No doubt, I was still wet, and with a satisfied smirk on his face, he lifted up and settled between my legs.
Feeling his weight on top of me, the warmth of skin against skin, it was nothing like I imagined it.
It was better—like two bodies molding together to become one.
I never understood that analogy, of two bodies becoming one.
But now I knew it wasn’t something to understand, it was something that could only be experienced.
Two souls merging together, doing what our most primal instincts urged us to do.
I bit my lip, my heart about to explode when the head of his cock nudged against my entrance.
“I’m not going to lie,” he started, pushing forward just half an inch. “It’s going to hurt. A lot.”
Another tear trickled down my face. I’d be stupid if I wasn’t scared. Granite was a big man, and I was nothing but a tiny ballerina. My body would never survive his. We were like one giant contradiction, the two of us.
Gently, he wiped the tear from my cheek with the back of his hand. “But then I’ll make it feel really good afterward. I promise.”
“Don’t…do this.” It was a last attempt, my last try to stop him. I didn’t think I was ready to sell my soul to the devil, but he thought otherwise.
His hand wrapped around my jaw, and he forced me to look at him. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this.”
Green eyes studied me, scrutinized me, searching my face like he could find all his answers there.
“Tell me this isn’t what you’ve wanted since the first time you looked down at me from your bedroom window.” He moved his hips slightly, a blunt pressure pressing between my legs.
“Tell me, Alyx.” His eyes never left mine, and I couldn’t stop looking at him.
No matter how desperate my mind was to convince myself that this was not what I wanted…
it was. This was what I wanted, what I’d fantasized about.
Maybe not in this way or under these circumstances, but in the end, this was what I wanted.
Because I wanted it with him. No one else.
Granite was right. I had been his all along.
From that very first moment our eyes met, it was him.
It had always been him. There was no use denying it anymore.
No use fighting it. Fighting what I could not change was tiring and pointless. So I succumbed.
I nodded, and his face softened as if a veil of relief fell over him.
“Just…I have one request.” I bit my lip before scraping together my courage. “Untie my hands. I want to touch you. I want to be able to wrap my arms around you, you know…when you do it.” I didn’t ask him to free my legs. He was right. It would lessen the struggle, and hopefully lessen the pain.
It took him a few moments. Thinking. Contemplating. Never taking his eyes off my face.
He moved, and with his big frame, he didn’t need to lift much in order to reach for his knife on the bedside table and then my wrists.
One by one, he cut the ropes. “Easy,” he cautioned as I slowly brought my arms down, my shoulders aching and complaining.
As he settled between my legs once more, I cautiously placed my hands on his shoulders.
The instant I touched him, he closed his eyes and sucked in a breath.
I felt a shiver spread down his body, and it was surreal to see what effect my touch had on him.
A single, simple, soft touch, and this big, strong, dominating man seemed disarmed.
Could this moment be just as powerful for him as it was for me?
He moved, and his hips bucked forward, causing more blunt pressure between my legs as his cock started to enter me.
My eyes pinched closed, and I gripped his shoulders tighter.
“Breathe,” he whispered. “Just breathe.”
Deeply, I inhaled, opening my eyes, and he pushed further.
“Jesus.” His head fell forward, long hair brushing over my skin, caressing my breasts. “I knew your pussy would be tight, but this is just,” he drove in deeper, “this is just…fuck.”
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and I saw the strain on his face. It was agony for him to go so slow. For a man who was hellbent on taking me—whether I succumbed or not—he was torturing himself in order to make it easier for me.
The protector.
The guardian.
I placed my hands on the sides of his face. “Kiss me.” Our eyes searched one another. “Kiss me, and then take everything you want from me.”
My lips were already hungry, wanting to feel his kiss, and I brought his face down.
Granite kept still, his lips hovering over mine, as if there was a decision that needed to be made here.
A decision that had the power to change both our lives.
It was surreal how this started out with a man determined to spread my legs, whether I wanted him to or not, and now ended up being something bigger than either of us could have expected.
With a lot of effort, I managed to move my hips, forcing him inside me a little more, and we both moaned when his mouth slammed against mine. It wasn’t soft or gentle. It was a frenzy of lips and tongues as we devoured each other.
The pressure against my inner walls became more and more as his girth stretched me, straining to go in all the way.