lips again. The taste of herself on his mouth made her whimper and he lifted up, just enough to whisper. “You are safe. Always. I promise you that.”
She nodded, hands on his shoulders again. She found the soft indentations of her nails already there. The fact that she’d marked him filled her with sudden, savage glee. She’d marked him as hers, even if only temporarily.
“You are so small.”
He dropped his hips and then he was there, pressed against her. She caught her breath, releasing it in a rush as he re-adjusted himself. The scalding heat of her recent release made the broad head slick and wet.
He pressed against her and her body resisted, just for a second. He pushed harder, his powerful body pinning her to the bed, and then with a glorious shiver, he slid into her an inch. She gasped as her body was forced to stretch wide around him.
He froze at the sound, searching her face, and she caught the anxiety at the backs of his eyes. With a short laugh, she nodded. “I’m okay. You won’t hurt me. Seriously.”
She knew he wanted to argue, fall back into his analytical, practical manner, but it seemed his male instincts overrode even that. His eyes darkened and he pulled back to push again. Then again and again. With each hard thrust, he worked himself a little further inside her until he was seated to the hilt.
He stopped, cock pulsing deep within her throbbing pussy, and dropped his head to her shoulder with a groan.
“I… I never… lady…”
Gently, she wrapped herself around him. His entire body shook with the control he was exerting over himself. A hand on one side of his neck, she kissed along the other.
“It feels good, Nyek,” she reassured him on a soft whisper. “You feel good inside me.”
He shivered again and, turning his head, claimed her lips. The kiss started soft and gentle, but then, like he was waking up, became harder and more demanding.
He moved, his hold on her suddenly constraining, but she didn’t mind. Didn’t argue. It turned her on all the more when he held her still and kissed her as his hips rocked back. His first thrust was slow, her moan lost under his ravenous kiss, but that was all the gentleness she got.
The second thrust was hard and fast, jolting her against the bed, and there was no let up from there. He was like a beast, taking her with a feral intensity that made her body come alive.
With a snarl, he drew back, his face hard as he looked down at her. His hand was in her hair again, drawing her head back, and she shivered, biting her lip as he bent his head to kiss along her neck.
He fucked her, claiming her body hard and fast, but with each thrust she still felt his control. She’d thought she needed to break it, to see what he was like when he lost control, but now she realized control was the dangerous part about him. Control and utter focus. He’d decided to take her and he was, in every way that mattered—mind, body and soul.
She trembled at the thought. She’d done this. She’d pushed him and he’d retaliated… and she wanted more. Much, much more.
His teeth grazed the sensitive skin at the side of her throat, nipping at her earlobe as he let go of her hair.
“You are so tight,” he whispered coarsely in her ear. “It feels like heaven. And hell. I want to get so deep, take you fast, but at the same time it’s exquisite torture.”
She just nodded, not sure if she could frame a sentence. Then he moved and she found herself astride him.
“I… would not hurt you, though,” he explained, cords in his neck standing proud as he powered up into her body. “In my… inexperience.”
She closed her eyes, tears prickling at the corners. That even in the midst of this, his first sexual encounter, he cared enough to look after her… it blew her away.
Opening her eyes, she smiled at him. “Then let me show you a few things,” she whispered and started to move.
She lifted up, tightening strong internal muscles around his cock as she did, and rode him in long, lazy strokes. He swore, his head falling back as his hands tightened over her hips. Triumph rolled through her at the expression on his face—somewhere between utter pleasure and torment.
Lifting her arms, she stripped off her top and bra until she was