it, but he stripped me of the ability to speak when he strode back toward me with that deeply intense look in his eyes. I lay back down on the bed and took a deep, steadying breath while he positioned himself back at my entrance before pushing in, stretching and filling me. I let out a soft, plaintive sound when he came upon my barrier, anticipating the moment he took something from me that I would never be able to get back or give to another one. “I’m happy it’s you,” I whispered, watching as his control finally snapped.
He pushed in slowly, his body vibrating with what remained of his restraint. A sharp gasp escaped me as pain exploded inside me. Hushing me, he leaned closer to touch his forehead to mine. His gaze held mine as he stilled, his fingers moving to my clit to coax me into relaxing for him. I wanted to give him everything. I wanted to open up for him and feel the kinds of desire I would never have with Holden. But doing that while I was being torn in two felt impossible.
It was only the intensity of his eyes on mine that kept me from stopping him. From pushing him away and chickening out. Even knowing the damage had been done, and I was no longer virginal. I'd broken the rules and given something to Aric that was meant to belong to my husband. That knowledge only spurred me on and encouraged me to enjoy every second of the act.
Because if I was caught, I'd suffer for it later, regardless.
As my muscles relaxed slightly, Aric withdrew his length slowly and then pushed back in. Still fighting the light resistance as my body protested the invasion. "You feel so perfect," he murmured in encouragement as my nails clung to his shoulders.
As he held my eyes and moved in and out of me at a slow but steady pace, something spread between us I hadn't been able to anticipate. An emotional connection that went beyond the physical attraction I'd felt the moment I set eyes on him.
He took care of me in my vulnerability. He was gentle and comforting, even though it became clear that it tugged at the frayed edges of that control. I wanted nothing more than for there to come a day when I could watch him unravel. When I could be the one to strip him of it and watch him come undone.
But I also knew I would never have that opportunity. Not with the way the pulse of him inside me pushed me to my limits. Those deft fingers of his kept working me over, bringing me closer and closer to the precipice of something I craved with every cell even as I didn't truly understand it. "Aric," I murmured.
"Let go, Bristol. You're going to come for me, because that orgasm is mine," he said back, pressing harder against me and stroking in and out steadily until I shattered beneath him. He made love to me through my climax as my world shifted, narrowing down to the way he felt above me and inside me. All around me.
When I came back to reality, he pulled his head from mine and his hand away from the space between us. His hands framed my head on either side, bearing the brunt of all his weight as he quickened his pace and worked to find his own climax. I felt the glide of every inch of him inside me.
Each ridge of his cock touched my inner walls and stimulated my over-sensitized flesh. Faster and harder he took me, until every stroke of him inside me struck the end of me. He finished inside me, and I felt him shudder under my fingers with a ragged curse as his head dropped into my neck.
We lay there for a few moments while our breaths returned and the haze of happiness settled over me. It wasn't the happiness of an orgasm, but a satisfaction that ran far deeper.
His hand came up to tuck my hair away from my face. He gave me a smile that I could only call sweet. It was adorable to see on his face when he’d always been hard, controlled. “I didn’t catch your hair in my ring this time.”
I caught his hand and brought it to my lips to kiss the offending accessory. “You were as careful as you could be.”
He sighed, eyes landing on the symbol on the symbol etched