Page 161 of Infernal Bonds

He pressed forward slowly, so slowly, but it did nothing to quell the warning bells going off in my head. Signals telling me my body wasn’t designed for this. That the blunt heat demanding entry would rip me apart if given the chance.

“Zeke. Look at me.”

I opened my eyes when Cyn’s commanding voice broke through the static in my head. When had I closed my eyes?

“This isn’t going to work.”

“What? No!” The fear zipping through me made the previous panic seem trivial. He couldn’t stop now. If he stopped now, then we wouldn’t—“You can’t stop.”

“I’m not going to stop.” He collapsed beside me. “Get on top of me.”

“What?”

“On top so you can control everything.” He brushed his thumb over my cheek. “Read it can make things easier for you.”

My heartbeat skipped.

Read it? He looked things up, too?

I moved, letting him shift to the middle of the bed. My hands trembled as I placed them on his taut abs and threw a leg over him to straddle his thighs, staring down at his hard cock once I was in position.

He took my hand and guided it to his shaft, closing my grip around it with his own. His head tipped back with a groan.

The skin was hotter than I expected. Softer despite being so firm in my hand.

My cock wasn’t small, but his looked thicker and longer than mine.

I moved my thumb over the slick head, drawing another groan from him that made me smile. It wasn’t like touching my own. The texture and weight felt different.

When I brushed my thumb beneath his cockhead, his cock twitched, something mine never did with the same motion. Discovering how differently he reacted was both fascinating and arousing.

“Zeke, you’ve gotta stop teasing me.” His teeth sank into his lower lip, and his body tensed when I squeezed him.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, rising to my knees and inching forward until I hovered above him.

“Wait.” He grabbed the lube next to his leg and slicked up his shaft with more. “Okay. Now it’s ready.”

I drew a shaky breath and placed my hands on his stomach while he positioned his cockhead at my hole again. You can do this, I repeated in my head. If I said it enough times, maybe I’d believe it.

I sank down, the pressure building as I tried to work the head in.

My body resisted. My cheeks clenched, and the muscles in my thighs locked up, trying to force me to stop, but I ignored the tension and bit down on my lip so hard I pierced the skin.

“Zeke, you’ve gotta breathe. Look at me.”

I lifted my head to meet his gaze.

“Good boy. We’re going at your pace. Don’t rush it. Breathe. That’s it. Breathe and push out as you sink down.”

I couldn’t hold his stare, focusing instead on the beads of sweat sliding over his skin. I followed his instructions until my body relaxed enough for his cockhead to slip past the tight ring of muscle keeping him out.

Pain and happiness waged war inside me.

I’d done it. He was in.

“Oh wow. You’re inside me.”

Cyn tossed his head back with a laugh that cut off when I made a sound of discomfort. “Are you okay?”