Page 73 of Whispers in the Dark
Slowly, he enters me—inch by inch.
I bite down on my lip as he stretches me, the pressure almost too much to bear.
He stops, cupping my cheek as worry crosses his features.
I shake my head. “Don’t stop. Keep going. I can take it.”
His lips meet my forehead as he slides farther inside me. His free hand snakes between us, the pads of his fingers rubbing gentle circles over my most sensitive part. It’s just what my body needs to loosen beneath his touch, welcoming his feel. The pressure. The fullness.All of him.
“This feels…” He pulls out and then slides right back inside. “Amazing,” I breathe out as he repeats the motion.
His thrusts grow faster, hitting just the right spot over and over again, causing a deep yearning to build in my core. He pulls my right leg up, his hand sliding behind my knee, stretching me out until my calf rests against his chest, so he can reach farther inside me. I whimper as the pleasure builds, creating a euphoric haze I can’t escape. Not that I want to.
His fingers immediately return to my clit, and I feel every muscle in my body coil tightly while minutes pass by. The moan that I produce is unlike any sound I’ve ever made before as my fingers grip the sheets in a tight fist.
His lips brush against my ear. “Mine,” he growls, sending my heart racing beneath my rib cage.
I’m his.
My hands encircle his body, my fingers curling into his biceps, and he catches my lips in a kiss so tantalizing that every nerve in my body erupts into desperate flames.
His hands on me.
His lips on mine.
His taste overwhelming my senses.
His cock inside me, filling me, making me feel whole for the first time in my life.
It’s the perfect storm for the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My body arches off the bed as every surge of pleasure rolls through me like an unforgiving tidal wave, crashing against my very soul.
He continues thrusting as my body trembles beneath him, going limp as his movements become unsteady. A deep grunt escapes his lips. His warmth fills me, his ragged breathing matching my own as he buries his head in the crook of my neck.
We lie like this in comfortable silence, my hands gliding down his muscular back, memorizing every inch.
Eventually, he adjusts himself so that he’s lying beside me, his hand cupping my cheek, turning my face toward him. His brows knit together as he tries to read my face.
Are you okay?
I press my lips to his, softly, savoring his taste because who knows what happens after we leave this island.
“That was better than any sex scene I’ve ever read about,” I tell him, rolling in my bottom lip to hold in my laughter.
A broad grin takes over his face. He’s so devastatingly handsome that it causes my eyes to blur with tears I won’t let show.
“Thank you for breaking a rule for me,” I whisper, before closing my eyes and resting my head on his chest, where I spend the rest of the night wrapped in his arms, wishing we could somehow spend every night like this.
And for a few stolen hours, it almost feels like we will.
Chapter eighteen
Mauro
Moisture drips across my face as I stare down the newest guards tasked with keeping my family safe. The air inside the training center is thick with the smell of sweat and blood. For the past six hours, we’ve pushed them hard with drills that test reaction time, grueling strength circuits, and relentless hand-to-hand combat that leaves no room for mercy.
They’re not the worst I’ve trained. But they’re far from the best. They’ll need discipline. Precision. Time under pressure. But with the proper guidance and enough pain, I think they’ll earn their place.
Vin’s hand clamps down on my shoulder. “What do you think?”
