Chapter 11
Sloane
“Rip,” I moaned into his mouth, testing out the new name he’d requested I use. It felt right to call him that.
This time he broke the kiss, but he didn’t ask me what I wanted. He released me, flung his leg over me until he was kneeling beside me.
“What are-”
I squealed again as he grabbed the comforter and jerked it out from under my body, then tossed it into the corner.
Then he took me by the shoulder and hip and physically placed my body into the middle of the bed.
A wince made its way over his face and I realized he’d probably hurt his back.
He kept moving though, so I didn’t bring it up.
The men around here didn’t like being questioned.
Especially not about a weakness of theirs. I’d learned that the hard way.
All that was beneath me now was the white sheets.
The fact that he had the strength to move me the way he had was impressive.
He was already back to straddling me, and his hands quickly divested me of my shirt.
My arms moved, trying to cover my scars from his view.
There were too many to ever hope to keep them from him.
His eyes snapped up to mine, an unreadable expression on his face. “Don’t hide from me,” he growled. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
He forced my hands down by my sides, staring down at me. His gaze roamed over the scars that were visible to him in this position. Heat grew in his eyes as they raised to my breasts. He wasn’t pitying me as far as I could tell, just enjoying looking at his new wife.
It made me relax beneath him. I wriggled under him, not understanding the ache that was taking over my body. My eyes rolled back into my head when he leaned down and took one of my tender tips into his mouth. His tongue brushed over my nipple and he sucked hard.
“Rip!” I gasped, arching into his mouth. Whatever it was he was doing to me, I didn’t want it to stop. His name turned into an unintelligible groan. The pleasure was too intense to hold inside.
He switched sides and raked his teeth over my other nipple, causing me to cry out again. “Fuck you’re so sweet and soft,” he said, voice muffled by the kisses he was giving me.
“Please.” I had no idea what I was begging for, but I had no doubt that he knew.
“Are you aching for me, Angel?”
I nodded, my breathing coming in deep pants. He had my hands pinned, my legs were between his, there was nowhere for me to go. Yet, I longed to move. I didn’t want to get away from him, but the urge to rock my hips was strong.
“Leave your hands there,” he ordered as he let them go. He moved down my body, spreading my legs so he could lie between them.
My eyes widened when his face came to rest just above the juncture of my thighs. “Rip, wait.”
“Not happening, Angel,” he told me with a grin. “I’ve waited too long for this.”
Too long for what? We’d only known each other for a couple days. What was he talking about?
He didn’t give me a chance to voice the questions. His head dipped down as he tugged my pants down and off. His mouth closed over me and all I could do was try to breathe.
I wasn’t sure if his mouth was making my panties wet or if it was me, but either way I was wishing he’d take my clothes off completely.
The thoughts made me freeze. The breath was stuck inside my chest. Who was having these kinds of thoughts?
I’d never had them before, but all it took was Derek’s hands and mouth on me and I was acting wanton.
“Quit it.”
I looked down and found him giving me a hard look. “What?”
“I can hear you over analyzing from here, Angel. Knock it off. Everything that happens between us is natural. It’s what husbands and wives do.”
Muscles I hadn’t realized had locked up began to relax. I melted beneath him.
“That’s better, Baby.” He didn’t give me a chance to try to cover myself. His mouth dropped down again. “I plan on eating this pussy every day for the rest of our lives.”
There was no holding back, my hips bucked against him as he sucked on my clit.
His tongue would dip down and lap up the wetness I knew was spilling from my body, before he went back to teasing my tender bundle of nerves.
He had me hurtling toward something. It was taking over my body, my mind.
There was no chance that I could stop it now.
“Rip,” I gasped, fisting the covers in my hands. “Please. Don’t.”
“You better be telling me don’t stop, Sweetheart, because I’m not planning on listening to anything else.” He hadn’t even raised his lips from my flesh, just spoke against it and went back to rocking me to my foundation.
I didn’t want him to stop, but the intensity of the pleasure building inside of me was frightening. He was going to tear me apart and I wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to piece me back together again. I had a feeling that after meeting him, nothing was ever going to be the same.
There wasn’t time to worry about it because I reached the crest and screamed as my body broke apart. Shaking overtook me as I was drenched in bliss. My body bowed up as I writhed underneath him. He didn’t stop sucking and I swear the cascading sensations he was creating were going to kill me.
I didn’t die, though. Slowly, I came down from the high he’d created within my body and I moaned as his tongue stroked over me. I was tender and sensitive.
He seemed to realize this and moved up my body. My eyes were closed, enjoying the last of the pleasure as it lingered. I heard a zipper and opened them. My eyes widened as I stared down at him as he took off the slacks and underwear. There was no way that would fit.
My gaze darted up to his and I shook my head, trying to scoot away from him.
“Where are you going, Angel?” he asked, amusement clear in his tone.
“You- I- We can’t.”
“Oh, we can,” he breathed against my lips.
His tongue invaded my mouth and I tasted myself on it. A thrill shot through me. This was all so new and I didn’t know if what I was feeling was normal, or if I was the strange one.
“It won’t fit,” I said when he finally released me from his drugging kisses.
His chuckle was deep and filled with male satisfaction. “Trust me, Sloane. It’ll fit.”
I frowned at him, not completely sure. My body jerked when his hand reached between us and one of his fingers brushed against my core.
My hands went to the front of his shoulders to steady myself—though I don’t know why since I was pinned between him and the bed—as he slid one long finger inside of me.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
“See?” I huffed.
He laughed again. He pulled his finger from my body and shifted until his length was pressing against me. His hands cupped my cheeks and he stared into my eyes as he pressed forward.
My mouth dropped open. The stretching of my body was intense, but I breathed through it. He stopped and I frowned.
“This next part’s going to hurt, Angel. Only for a minute,” he promised. “Then I’m going to make you fly again.”
I tensed, but he’d already thrust forward.
Crying out, I dug my nails into his chest. I was careful not to reach around and touch his back.
The pain was a bright flash, but it soon eased and I realized he was buried completely within my body.
He was kissing my face, his fingers on my nipples, tugging and pinching.
As soon as I relaxed beneath him, he started kissing me again. It didn’t take him long to build that ache back up inside of me. How could he have me here again when he’d pleasured me so fully before?
“Hang on to me, Sloane,” he murmured in my ear.
I gasped as he pulled out of my body and then slid back inside. There wasn’t any pain, just ecstasy. I was wet, ready for him, as he eased in and out of my body.
“So fucking tight and wet,” he groaned. His face was buried in my neck as he picked up the pace.
My legs wrapped around his back—forgetting all about his injuries—I hung on as he sent my body spinning into a vortex of pleasure.
“Rip!” I called out. That feeling was upon me again and even though I knew once I reached the end it would feel amazing it was still so new and scary.
I was free falling and he had all the control.
I could feel him dragging out of me, then shoving back inside and if he didn’t go faster I was going to go crazy. “Faster,” I gasped.
“Dirty girl,” he said, but it sounded like praise. He picked up the pace and I groaned.
The friction was so fucking delicious. Every sensation was bombarding me and I didn’t know how to process it all.
He gave an extra hard thrust, then rolled his hips, and I splintered.
The move had rubbed his pelvis over my clit.
My orgasm hit me with the speed of a freight train.
My cries sounded strangled and I was sure I’d end up losing my voice after tonight.
I didn’t care about anything but the waves of pleasure he’d created.
He buried himself inside of me and groaned low and deep. The feel of his cum filling me tipped me into another small orgasm. I felt myself pulsing around him.
He held his weight off my body, but his head was down and I could hear his harsh panting in my ear.
I was pleased that he’d found his release because he’d wrecked me.
It was a good thing he was my husband because I’d never be able to sleep with another man without thinking of him.
He’d ruined me and I wasn’t all that upset about it.
He rolled onto his side, then tucked me up against him. “Did I hurt you?”
I was facing away from him, so I couldn’t see his face. Shaking my head, I smiled. There’d been one momentary blip of pain, but he’d seared it away with pleasure.
His lips brushed over my head and I relaxed in his arms. We were lying there in the aftermath when suddenly he swore.
I stiffened in his arms. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t use a condom.”
My frown was deep as I looked at him over my shoulder. “Why would you?”
He looked like he was considering how to answer my question.
“We’re married. Ethan wouldn’t allow contraceptives here anyway. The more babies, the more followers.”
His frown matched mine now. He moved his hand down to my belly. “...a baby.”
I didn’t comment because I wasn’t sure how he was feeling. He sounded like he was in shock. There was also wonder in his voice. Cuddling back into him, I shut my eyes. The long day was catching up to me and I was ready for it to be over.