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My chest… God, my chest is so tight that every bruising gong of my heart aches and aches. And he’s so close that I can taste the bittersweet tang of wine in the air between us. I want him to kiss me. I need his lips on me and his mouth to devour me. Desperately. Endlessly. Unlike I’ve ever wanted or needed anything.
Please. Please, please…please! I silently beg as one hand encapsulates both of my wrists while the other traces down the length of my arms. Henry strokes down my face with the back of his fingers. Slowly. Too reverently. It’s so torturously good that a moan escapes me. And as he gulps it down greedily, his mouth crushes to mine.
“Mmm,” he rumbles into me.
It’s heaven and hell and every bloody ring of purgatory there is in between. The sensation of his teeth raking along the bottom of my lip causes me to squirm over his thigh. I’m dying a thousand deaths as his hand trails down my neck, skimming over my breasts as he opens the robe.
Hot, hard, and punishingly, his lips roll over mine. A hunger has woken up deep inside, and I can’t get enough as his tongue licks into my mouth, stroking mine while he sucks the breath right out of my lungs. The taste of him is bitter at first. The residue of the wine lingers on his tongue with a dark cherry whisper that makes it impossible to resist the urge to drink him down, to lick and bite back as he releases my wrists and tunnels his fingers into my hair, tugging and pulling before he licks a hot trail over my jaw.
“I’ve imagined this,” he rasps roughly into my ear. “What you taste like. Sweet and innocent, but you taste too ripe and too wanting. Too good to resist.”
Henry nips my ear as he pulls back, the sharp slice of pain causing me to mewl.
“You want to push me past my limit, Eve?” The way he says my name sounds like he’s trying to smother me with it. “I don’t have a limit,” Henry growls, pulling away just enough that he can unbuckle his belt with one hand and hitch my thigh onto his hip. “I was preserving you, silly girl.”
The buttons of his fly pop open as soon as the top one is undone. The sound of it turns over my insides. Fear chokes me at the sight of his erection tenting his underwear. I want this. I do.
I do.
I want him. To feel him. To have him. Most of all, for him to take me with all that volatile strength he possesses. I imagined this too. I’ve imagined it more times than is right.
“I like you pure and whole,” he tells me, freeing himself from his underwear. The length of him fills me with a panic that pounds in my chest, screaming in my ears as my blood comes to a boil. “Do you think you’ll be whole after I fuck you?”
Shaking my head, I flatten my hands to the wall behind me. I’ve never been so scared and excited in my life. It doesn’t matter how deep my need for him goes; I’m afraid of what he’ll do to me. Afraid and anticipating. Because my fear only feeds my need.
“You’ll feel me so deep…” He strokes his dick. Once, twice, and as he does it again, he traces the glistening head over the bottom of my stomach, leaving a hot, wet trail from one side to the other. “So fucking deep…right here,” he tells me with a slap of his erection above my belly button. “Look at it. Look at the way your cunt wants me to destroy you.”
A shudder cuts through me as he guides himself to the apex of my thighs with one hand while the other lifts me a tad more.
God, this is going to hurt.
Destroying seems a kind way of describing what he’s going to do to me. And I’m scared, so bloody afraid that there’s a screaming voice in my head telling me to stop. I’m screaming at myself. Howling at him.
Stop. Stop.
But I don’t, and he can’t. Henry’s trembling as much as I am. The control he possesses is nowhere to be seen as he rubs the top of his dick through my middle with a bone-rattling growl. Just as my mouth opens, he thrusts into me, and I scream.
The shrill sound pops my ears and curdles my blood. A cold sweat lances through me as my hands claw onto his shoulders with a deathly grip. I’ve never felt pain like this. A knife twisting and twisting deep inside me. He wasn’t lying—I feel him there, tearing me apart from the inside out, an unbearable burn sparking in my belly button. I want to itch and scratch and claw at it until it dissipates. But his body is pressed so hard into me that I can’t even breathe to cry as tears rain down my face.
“I warned you,” he grunts so low that I can barely make out the words. “Now, you’re mine, darling Eve. You’re all mine,” he continues, the fierce reverence in his words almost like a prayer. And I feel them seep into me like a balm, a soothing consolation of what he took and what I gave.
A stillness falls around us. The air buzzes and the world disappears as he grinds impossibly deeper, and I whimper what’s left of my breath into his mouth, opening my eyes onto his. I see it instantly, the recognition that he’s my first. The only man that has been inside me like this. He knows, and he looks as pain stricken as I am.
Without a word, he licks over my lips while his hands grasp my arse. Slowly, he walks us to the bed without removing himself from me. I feel every step punch up into my chest. Every new lash of pain sparks a flash of pleasure that heats me through to the marrow of my bones. My toes curl with every circling swipe of his tongue with mine.
It’s a fucking rapture that I can’t pull away from, even as he kneels on the edge of the bed and lowers us both. Bracing himself over me, Henry nips my lip as he draws out our kiss.
“You’re mine now,” he repeats, casting his dark stare over my face. There’s a softness in his eyes I’ve never seen. That I never even imagined he possessed. And just like that, my heart breaks itself for him. Everything I ever thought about love shrinks into insignificance with him inside me.
“I’m yours,” I breathe over his lips as my hands stroke from his shoulders to his neck, up to his jaw.
Slowly, he eases himself out. Edging in and out, he teases the heat in my core with his relentless, shallow rhythm. And oddly, I’m aching to feel him all the way inside me again. My body is painfully gaping for him. I don’t care how much it hurts.
“More,” I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and trying to pull him closer, deeper.
“Too good,” his garbled, breathless reply blusters into my ear as he pulls all the way out to the head of his dick. A deep hiss rumbles from him as his hands knot in my hair, tugging my face up to his as he rears back and pounds into me.
“Mine,” he grunts, and the air leaving my lungs echoes, “Yours.”
