Page 129 of Undone

“Does it hurt, Lil?”

“Feels deeper.”

I could never stand not seeing her face, terrified she might be in pain but won’t say it. We never have sex with her facing away from me. I preferred her eyes locked on me, in my gaze, on the images drawn into my body for her.

“You’re shaking, doll,” I murmur, kissing her shoulder, hand ghosting up her spine. “Just breathe. Let me in.”

“Tor—”

“You’re taking me so well.” I’m barely inside of her, but she’s struggling, clenching around me too tight. I nip at her left ear. “Stop fighting me, Lil.”

Her eyes flicker up to mine, lip between her teeth. “Please.”

“Please what?” This is softer, sweeter—and I want it to stay that way. But I can’t keep the near growl of need out of my voice. “Say it, Lil.”

“Please fuck me, Tor.”

In one thrust, I’m fully inside of her. I groan and go still, arms practically shaking holding myself up, giving her time to adjust.

I smile and shake my head, inching slower then as she whines and scratches at my skin. “Relax, doll.”

“Tor—”

“I know what you need, Lil, and I’m gonna give it to you. But I need this.” I press a kiss to her shoulder, moving my hips slow, tormenting myself just as much. “I spent years dreaming about this again, imagining you. Begging the universe for just a moment, my world for the scrape of your nails on my skin.”

In and out. Slow. Slow, feeling her relax and go more pliant beneath me.

“God, you’re perfect, Lil. Taking all of me like that. So good, doll.” I mutter more praise, letting her whimpers and moans grow until she’s writhing on my cock.

“Toren,” she pleads, and I clamp my teeth together not to fucking come at just the sound. “I can feel the piercings. It’s . . .” She groans. “It feels good.”

“Yeah?” Pleasure rolls down my spine.

“I’m ready,” she gasps out. “Faster, more, please.”

My hips roll, deliberately slow at first, picking up speed. I can feel every part of her, indulging in every tremble of her body, every glazed stare and small noise that punches from her mouth. Slow, but just as punishingly hard as she always asks for it, until her little nails are leaving marks in my biceps.

Lily bites down on her lip, and I shake my head, pulling her lip from her teeth with my thumb. “Let me hear you, doll. I need to hear how good it feels.”

“Toren . . . I c-can’t—”

“I know,” I coo at her, pistoning my hips a little sharper as my hands wrap around her waistline, hoisting her up in the air a bit like a doll. She cries out at the movement, tears spilling from her eyes, begging loudly for more, which I happily continue to give her. “My needy fucking baby.”

She comes then, hard enough that I stop thrusting and curse. Goddamn it, I forgot how it feels to be inside her. How intense and feral being this close to her makes me.

“You’re going to give me one more,” I say, setting her softly back on the mattress with a pillow up under her hips. She’s already shaking her head.

“I can’t.”

“You can. One more, doll.” I lean down and nuzzle her nose with mine, kissing the tear tracks on her cheeks. “For me.”

She nods, her voice hoarse and quiet. “You and me.”

The words melt me, my voice soft as I say, “Forever.” She’s so beautiful and warm beneath me that I feel that same deep attachment forming, like I’ll die if I’m ever pulled from her, terrifying and thrilling all at once. A desperate need for her to be sewn to me, permanently.

But my pace is anything but soft, rutting into her hard until she’s crying and begging for more. She comes twice more before I follow her, finally letting myself come entirely undone.

For her. For this moment I’ve waited years for.