Page 149 of Torin

My back arches and my fingers tighten in his hair as pleasure tears through me. I cry out his name, shaking beneath his mouth while he keeps licking me, keeps his finger moving inside me, dragging every last second out of it.

I’m still trembling when he finally lifts his head.

For a moment, all I can do is stare at him. Then Torin rises above me and unbuttons his pants. My attention goes straight to his hands. When he pushes his pants down and his cock springs free, my breath catches.

Jesus.

I knew he was big. Knowing that and seeing what I’m apparently about to fit inside me are two very different things.

My mouth goes dry.

I’ve wanted him for days, but now that I can see exactly what I’m dealing with...

It’s a lot.

Torin is watching me, the hunger in his expression unmistakable. I sit up and reach for him. The moment my hand closes around his shaft, Torin draws in a sharp breath. A little thrill runs through me. Now he’s the one struggling to stay still. Under my control. I stroke him slowly, watching his reaction. A low sound escapes him. I lean closer and touch my lips to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, Hannah.”

The way he says my name makes me want to hear it again. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I part my lips and take him into my mouth. His hand slides into my hair. I look up at him. His jaw is tight, his eyes fixed on me, and seeing how hard he’s fighting for control makes me bolder. I take him deeper.

He begins to move, slowly at first, letting me adjust to the size of him. My jaw stretches around his cock as he slides over my tongue, and I love the intimacy of it. The fact that I’m doing this to him.

His fingers tighten in my hair.

“Hannah.”

This time my name sounds almost wrecked.

I take him as deep as I can, but after another few strokes Torin pulls out. I barely have time to draw breath before he lays me back on the bed. He arches over me and pushes my knees apart, positioning himself between my thighs.

My breath catches. This is it. I can feel him against me. And he’s huge. Torin braces himself above me and guides himself into position. The first push makes me gasp. There’s pressure, then a stretching sensation so intense that my hands fly to his shoulders.

“Oh my God.”

He’s barely inside me. I can feel that. That’s the terrifying part. Torin lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me as he pushes deeper. My body resists him. I’m wet, drenched, but there’s so much of him, and every fraction of an inch stretches me farther. I cling to his shoulders, trying to relax, trying to take him, but another slow push sends a sharp sting through me.

I suck in a breath.

Torin stops. His mouth moves to my neck, kissing me while he waits for my body to adjust. After a few seconds, I shift experimentally beneath him.

The movement sends another burning ache through me, but underneath it is pleasure. The fullness of him. The knowledge that it’s Torin inside me.

My mate.

I want all of him. I wrap my legs more tightly around him and pull him closer. Torin groans against my throat. Then he pushes deeper.

The pressure builds until I think I can’t possibly stretch any farther. My fingers dig into his back. Then a sharper pain makes me cry out and clutch him hard.

For a second I can’t breathe. Torin goes completely still inside me. I bury my face against his neck, waiting for the sting to ease. It does. Slowly. And then I become aware of everything else. His chest pressed against mine. His breath hot against my skin. His arms around me. And his cock deep inside me. I move my hips a little. Torin’s whole body tightens. A thrill goes through me.

“Hannah.” My name comes out rough.

I turn my face and kiss him. Torin draws back slowly, and the drag of him through my sensitive pussy makes me shudder. Then he pushes into me again. I moan into his mouth.

The second time is easier.

The third feels better.