Page 57 of Regal Feather
“I will tell you,” he promised. “You’ll also need to tell me if I’m not enough, or you need more that I’m not giving you.”
“But—”
“Nuh-uh,” he interrupted. His jaw clenched, and I froze. He was serious, and I’d misread the room. “I’m not going to do anything I don’t want to do, but communication is the pillar for all relationships, right? That’s what your friends would say, too.”
“Yeah.” I sighed. It was, and I knew it was, but I was too raw, and I didn’t want to end up being someone who hurt him. It was a new feeling. Something I’d never had to battle with before. “Okay. I promise.”
“Okay.” Santos nodded. He went back to playing with my hair. I really couldn’t wait until his grew. Right now, hints of the soft curl pattern that had had everyone in love with him back when we were kids were starting to show, but I knew it was still too short for him to feel comfortable. I just didn’t want to draw attention to it. “And, for the record, I don’t care that we’re doing everything all out of order. I love you, and you’re mine, and that’s going to be a thing from day one.”
I snorted. “Aye, aye.”
He rolled his eyes. Right before keeping his word of getting me on my stomach.
Sex with him was…everything. He was everything. I didn’t care that I was probably just waxing poetry because it felt like literal weeks since the last time I had anyone give me the kind of pounding I craved. The kind that seemed to heighten the longer I kept the cage on. It was more than the cage, or all the pent-up energy, though. It had to be. When he sucked a hickey onto the back of my neck, it wasn’t simply lips and teeth on skin. It was Santos, seeing all of me. Being my hero in a world that had drilled it into our heads that heroes weren’t something we should desire.
“You’re mine,” I blabbered.
Santos moved right away, his hand covering my mouth. Applying enough force that it had me close to screaming into it.
“Need to be quiet,” he gritted out.
Right.
The walls of this place were thick as fuck, but I could only take so many risks on a given day.
I still whimpered against his salty skin, though. Still tried to fight his hold so that I could see more than shadows in front of me.
I needed to see him, to get a better glimpse of…
“You’re so fucking good to me, princess.”
I forgot all about what I needed to do.
“Please.”
Santos didn’t ask. He didn’t push me to say what I was begging for. He hoisted my hips up and somehow made a bundle with the blankets so that there was a better angle when he lay me back down on the mattress.
I buried my face against my pillow. He was being as rough as he’d promised. As rough as he’d said he liked to be. I was helpless beneath him. Helpless as I clenched my fingers around fistfuls of sheets. He had used plenty of lube, but it was the kind of rough fuck that would leave me feeling more than sore in the morning. The kind that would have me clinging to him, seeking his care. The reassurance that he might fuck me like he was chasing something he hated, but that didn’t change the golden retriever he was during the day. The one who doted on me and worshipped the ground I walked on. It had always been like that. The way we were showing it now was the only thing that was different.
“So. Close,” he grunted against my ear.
I struggled for air. Even more so when he moved to clamp a hand over my mouth again. When he kept thrusting into me, keeping as much of a rhythm as he could. When he kept mumbling shit about how pretty I was, and how I wasn’t going to get out of my cage, and he was the only one who got to come properly.
Air was a luxury I had to reacquaint myself with by the time he stilled, his cum coating my hole while he jerked on top of me.
My cock stayed trapped like he’d said, attempting to twitch against the hard silicone of the toy. Throbbing with a need that I knew wouldn’t be fulfilled. I didn’t want it to, even when it left me gasping, dizzy.
Eventually, he took his hand off me. My mouth parted, sucking in lungfuls of air while the rest of my body trembled with the orgasm I couldn’t fully reach.
He was right here, though, his weight a reminder. A lifeline. The thing I’d probably been missing all this time.
“Fuck.” I cried out when he pulled out of me. When I could feel my gaping hole, and trickles of cum and lube mixed in and dripping down my thighs. “Please don’t leave.”
Santos made a sort of pained noise I’d never wanted to be the cause of. I didn’t have time to apologize. He was grabbing me again, maneuvering until we were back to him spooning me, his leg draped over my waist. Trapping me completely.
“You and I, Ever. Always.”
I nodded.
