understand, he thrust suddenly into me. The move was violent; my body acted like he parted me by force. I shook, the pain of it pulsing through my body. Blinking back tears, I tried to accept him, but he sat so full and painful inside me, stretching me unbearably.
“Charlotte,” he sounded concerned, the tendons in his neck protruding now as he restrained himself.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Dove…”
“Please.”
He withdrew his cock and then plunged into me again with equal force, groaning at my walls gripping him. He fucked me, watching me closely as he parted my walls and delivered blow after blow. I felt him at the end of my channel, and he moved deeper still. How did I ever let him in before without this pain? Or was I so weak now?
Sliding into me again, he stopped when he was all the way in. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest.
“Why have you stopped?” I bit out.
“So you can feel me,” he answered. “Get used to me.”
“What if I can’t?”
“Just takes time.”
Time, of course, the healer and destroyer of all things.
I concentrated on the fullness. Drawing lazy circles on his back, I looked at him still watching me. Revering me. A look of utter worship in his gaze.
It brought back a flood of memories.
“God, I love you,” he breathed out, his body shuddering with restraint.
I blinked back tears. “I love you.”
“I must be dreaming,” he whispered, looking momentarily frightened. His body tensed over me. “Maybe this is a cruel dream, then. Maybe I’m still back in my cell, dove. I think I might die if I wake up.”
“You won’t wake up,” I assured him, though my emotions felt like they were sitting heavy in my throat. “I promise.”
I kissed him slowly, lightly biting his bottom lip. The tension in his body eased as he shut his eyes and kissed me back. Tender kisses, a light flick of my tongue against his. I was instantly warm everywhere. Slowly, very slowly, my body began to adjust to him. I felt a pleasant pressure replace the pain. I wriggled under him, and when my clit rubbed against his flesh, I moaned lightly.
Ah, yes, this is what it felt like.
Good God, I was going to come in no time.
“Now I know why I waited,” I smiled faintly.
“Why?” he questioned solemnly.
“I’d never find a cock like yours.”
He groaned, kissing me harder. “Fuck, I missed you, Charlotte. I missed your dirty little mouth.”
“I wasn’t aware I had one.”
“Oh, you have one. You rile me up. I came so many times in that cell just thinking about you.”
Warmth settled into every part of my being. “I missed your dirty mouth too.”
He groaned, lightly biting my lip back. “I’m dirty everywhere now, Char. It’s in my soul and in my touch. Can you feel the difference?”
My heart broke. “Yes.”
“You still want me, pup?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He began to move, delivering unrelenting thrusts, sending my body over the edge. I breathed heavily, feeling his girth stretch me deliciously. I watched him get lost in the feeling. I stroked his face, holding back the tears swimming behind my eyes.
He was here.
This was real.
The pain was proof.
He was still the Conor I knew. I saw it in his eyes, a shadow of the man he used to be. I felt it in his touch, gentle and strong at the same time.
My body loosened, allowing him entry now. I shook, approaching that delicious high. I tensed beneath him, sucking in feverish breaths as I came apart. The orgasm tore through me, washing over me from head to toe. I shook, gripping the back of his neck, bringing him to me for a final hard kiss.
He kissed me roughly, and as I began to climb down from my explosion, I was suddenly feeling him everywhere. His hands were all around me, touching me, exploring me. He moved at an animalistic pace, his dick pulsing and swelling. I realized something very quickly.
“I’m not safe,” I whispered.
I wasn’t sure he heard me because he remained unaffected. He sent a few more thrusts inside me, stilling suddenly. He looked pained as he came, spilling himself into me, marking me. I felt his cock twitch long after he’d come down from his high. He buried his face between my neck and shoulder, panting.
“You’re mine, Charlotte Miles,” he declared with finality. “You’ll always be mine.”
THE HOLE
They couldn’t find him.
They’d been searching for hours. The sun in the sky was moving and Conor was panicking.