Page 40 of Unlock My Heart

“Okay,” I breathe.

A look of pure bliss crosses Fabien’s face as he gently rolls his hips forward, the head of his cock slipping inside.

“Oh.” It’s a delicious stretching feeling.

His wild groan contrasts with his look of restraint. “Baby, I want this to be so good for you, so I’m gonna go real slow. Tell me if you need me to stop.”

I grab his cheeks, pulling his face to mine and distracting him with a kiss. Bridging my hips up, my pussy greedily swallows more of his length.

“Oh, fuck!” he cries, and I hiss at the bite of pain.

Fabien presses me back down to the bed, holding himself up as he slowly pulls out his cock—his expression turning absolutely feral at the small streak of crimson. “Mine now,” he says with the most possessive snarl, and my pussy flutters wildly.

My mouth falls open on a silent scream as he powers his hips forward, our pelvises becoming flush.

“I’m sorry. That was too hard,” he says, pulling out gently and then inching back inside. “Slow. I promised to go slow.”

With bridged hips, I swallow his cock, and his head falls back on a groan.

“I don’t want you to go slow. Fuck me, Fabien,” I beg.

“That’s my girl.” He powers into me, and my ass slams onto the mattress.

The primal sound of our bodies slapping.

Heavy breathing.

Words that sound like filthy Italian.

I’m on fire.

Sweaty.

Hot.

Cold.

“Fabien, I need…” I trail off. The unfamiliar tug beginning deep in my pelvis has my entire body trembling.

“I know, baby.” His body shudders. “I’ve got your blood on my cock, and now I need your cum. Give me all your firsts.”

He hovers over me, supporting himself with one hand as he snakes down his other, rubbing my clit like he’s trying to start a fire.

My vision spots as I dig my nails into Fabien’s muscular back. “Fabien,” I cry, my entire body convulsing before it feels like my bones have liquified, and my body goes limp.

“Open your eyes.” Fabien’s gravely voice has me peeling them open.

The look on his face is so lustful, I might come again.

“That was⁠—”

“The goddamn sexist thing I’ve ever seen.” He groans, thrusting faster. “Let me come inside you.”

“Yes,” I say with a raw throat, my legs falling apart further than I thought my flexibility would allow.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Thrust.