Chapter Sixteen
Harley
I feel like Edge is splitting me in half. His cock pulses wickedly inside of me, sharper than a blade, a deadly weapon that could destroy me. There was a sharp jab of pain as he thrust inside, but then it started to transform into something else.
His fingers dig into my ass, spreading me wide and supporting me at the same time. And then slowly, achingly slowly, with fluid precision that leaves me seeing stars, even behind my closed lids, he shifts his hips, dragging his thick length out of me.
Now he’s not inside me, I suddenly feel empty.
I wasn’t sure how it would feel. I fantasized about this moment for so long.
Late at night when I couldn’t sleep, when desire held me in its grip, I’d slip my hand between my legs and slowly circle my clit, bringing myself to orgasm and imagining the feel of Edge inside me.
His warm thumb on my lips jerks my eyes open. I stare up at him just to realize that he’s saying something. I blink hard and shake my head and he lowers me slowly, with such care that I want to let more tears out, but I don’t dare. My toes hit the warm tile then the rest of my foot follows.
Edge’s hand falls to my chin and he tips it gently so that I’m forced to look up at him. “Are you okay, darlin’?”
His words hit me in my burning chest as I struggle to drag in another breath. They envelop me, wrap around me like a gentle breeze on a sweltering day with the kind of humidity that plasters your skin and clothes to your body.
I nod.
“It doesn’t hurt?” he asks.
“A bit, but it’s okay,” I say.
Edge tilts my chin up and my eyes sweep to his face.
To the inscrutable, unreadable expression.
His pupils are completely blown, eaten up by irises the color of honeyed amber.
“I promise you that I’ll never hurt you again,” Edge says, and I wish, more than ever, that I could hear the tone of his voice.
Is it deep and gravelly like I’ve read about in books?
Thick and heady with his loss of control and the burning hunger still eating away at him? Suffused with tenderness?
I watch for the physical signs, as his body can never lie to me, which was why I always called him on his bullshit when he tried to tell me that he felt nothing, at first, when he tried to push me away. I knew he was lying. I knew he wanted me the same way I wanted him.
His shoulders heave and his chest muscles expand and contract with his even breaths.
“At least, not the kind of pain that you won’t like. Sometimes pleasure and pain combine.”
His words ignite a new heat in me.
“I’m gonna take you hard. You’re gonna watch me do it. You’re gonna watch this dick split you in half, bring you the greatest pleasure you’ve ever known. You’re gonna watch your man fuck you and then- then when you come all over my cock, gonna take you to the bedroom and fuck you there too.”
I stare up at him brazenly, fascinated. I realize, with a start, that my breathing has changed.
It’s coming in hard little pants as I picture him doing everything he promised.
The initial burn has gone, replaced with a steady throb that makes me slippery and wet when I rub my thighs together to try and find a semblance of relief.
“Turn around. Hands on the glass. I want you to spread those pretty legs wide, spread yourself so that you’re wide open for me. I want to see how ready you are.”
Oh my god. His dirty commands steal the breath right out of my lungs. Even in my wildest moments, I never imagined it would be like this between us. That I would enjoy his commands.
I turn slowly, my palms spreading across the glass warm from the mist of the shower. My fingers make wet indents on the glass. I plant my feet a good distance apart, as far as I can possibly edge them without tender pain ripping me from the inside.
I nearly jump at Edge’s hand when his fingers curl around my waist. His other hand trails over my ass, kneading the flesh there gently before he runs it down the seam, shocking me. He doesn’t stop though, and when I feel his calloused fingers rasp against my tender, heated sex.
His thumb glances over my entrance before it slides up, to rub against my clit.
Shards of lightning burst through me, pleasure sluicing through every limb.
It steals my breath when his hand slides to my thighs and he tugs gently, urging me to plant my feet wider.
I edge them apart a little, but he keeps guiding me, until I can’t possibly go any further.
I feel a rumble go through his chest, and I know he’s said something. I figure it out a second later when his hand rests at my lower back and applies pressure. He wants me to bend. I slowly comply.
My mouth goes completely dry when I turn my head to the side and see him palm himself. He strokes his hand down the throbbing length of him. He’s so long and impossibly thick.
I’ll admit that over the few months, I was bold enough to steal glances at him when he didn’t know I was looking.
Sidelong glances at his jeans after he’s kissed me, even if it was nothing more than a peck on the cheek, or even just after he was close to me.
I saw that bulge a few times, his cock pressing against the denim, shielded away from me.
I knew he was big, but I had no idea.
It fascinates me, the shiny drops of liquid that spill from the slit in the beautifully shaped head.
It’s swollen and painful looking. The veins that run down the thick shaft stand out in stark contrast. He’s so perfectly made.
I want to take him, all of him, without fear and pain, to bring him pleasure because I love him and if I’m his and he is mine.
My eyes widen and my breath hitches when he shifts his hips, guiding his cock through my slick folds to my entrance. I want to tell him to go slow this time, that I’ll be sore, but he knows. He knows because he’s Edge, my Edge and he would never hurt me, just as he promised.
I hold my breath as the thickly flared tip pushes inside of me. Even that stretches me to the point of burning again, and I bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from crying out in pain. He goes slowly though, languidly, taking his time, and that burn changes as I feel his thick length disappear.
I shift my feet, spreading my legs wider, breathing hard as he splits me, filling me so completely full, until he’s buried inside of me to the root, so that when he shifts his hips and thrusts just a little, his balls slam up against my ass.
I don’t close my eyes, but black spots dance in front of my vision.
White lights flash through my head like sirens going off, illuminating the night.
It hurts, having him there, my body so unused to the invasion, but he waits, throbbing and pulsing inside of me, letting me get used to his glorious length, letting me savor the way my muscles clench and contract around him, holding him deep inside of me.
Just as I’m nearly used to the feeling of being so full, he flexes his hips and drags his impressive length out of me, just as slowly. I shiver violently.
He nudges my shoulder and I turn around.
“Look how fucking wet you are for me,” he says.
His dick is shiny with my juices, thick and glistening and when he pushes it back into me, I groan at the raw tendrils of pleasure. It still hurts. It still feels like I’m being stretched wider than I can take, but it’s a good pain, because this time, I want him to do it.
Edge moves harder, flexing his hips faster, grinding into me as I bear down on him. I wriggle my hips, opening myself up, panting through the tight heat pooling in my thighs and gathering like a storm in my belly.
His cock moves faster with every flex of those powerful hips. He drags it out of me and slams back home, and I love it. I love the pain and the pleasure, mingling up, confusing the hell out of me.
I let out a cry when Edge’s fingers dig into my waist, bruising me, and he changes the tempo, slamming into me hard, so hard that I feel his legs, his balls, his flesh slapping against mine.
It burns, but that burn changes, morphing into something deep and unfathomable, sucking all the oxygen out of the room because the fire inside of me needed it to feed, to grow, to consume absolutely every single part of me.
The flames lick at my skin, roar over me, burn me up.
I grind back against him, taking his hot, punishing strokes with an equal measure of lust and hunger.
My hands scrabble against the glass as he fucks my swollen pussy.
He marks me with each hard, long thrust and I’m so close.
So close to something I’ve only ever broached the precipice of, something that I’m almost afraid of feeling.
I feel the dark rumble behind me, and I know he’s commanded me.
I can’t hear the words, but I know he senses how close I am, and that he wants me to shatter.
His fingers dig brutally into my hips, steadying me as he plunges in and out of me, punishing me with a hard rhythm that unravels that heat.
The first waves of my climax tumble over me, but then he changes the rhythm, thrusting so hard and deep that he hits something strange and wicked inside of me and I scream.
I scream out my pleasure as I claw at the glass and he keeps fucking me, brutal and hard, our wet flesh slapping together so that I don’t doubt the backs of my legs will be bruised from it.
I tumble, over and over, swallowed up by the abyss of pleasure until it’s all I know.
It’s all I am, and all I can do is whimper and cry and pant through the violence of it.
Just as those waves slow down to a less violent intensity, I feel Edge tense.
He thrusts hard, seating himself inside of me and a roar rips through his chest. It traces a pattern through me, and that’s how I hear it without hearing it at all, a tremble echoed deep in every one of my muscles as his cock kicks and hot bursts spill deep inside of me.
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls out and lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing at all.
He slams out of the shower, not bothering to shut off the streaming water or grab a towel.
He stalks through the bathroom as I cling to him, my arms wrapped tightly around his corded neck.
I can feel him straining and trembling below me, my big proud warrior.
He storms through the hall, into the bedroom.
He sets me down hard at the edge of the bed, the comforter coming up to meet my skin, which bursts into a volley of goosebumps at the change in temperature when I’m soaked.
I lift my eyes to my man’s face, transformed by hunger and by love, by the darkness inside of him, the darkness that I’ve unleashed because I need it, crave it as a response to the darkness inside my own soul, I realize that he’s going to fulfill the rest of his promise to me, to make me truly, irrevocably his.