That animal possessiveness surged inside him again. The gentlemen disappeared in an instant, his cock roaring with the reminder about what they still hadn’t done.
Wrapping her legs around his waist again, he settled into the cradle of her thighs and found the front of her entrance with his aching cock.
She whimpered a bit and tremored.
Slow, slow, he had to go slow.
He took her lips to distract himself as he pushed in, inch by inch.
He wasn’t a virgin. Not by a long shot. But he felt like one again. Flushed and scared of hurting the woman beneath him. Of not making this right for her.
That was what this was all about for him, he realized. The deal was only an excuse. He wanted to…he had to make things right, make her forget about that shitty ball and those shitty people she used to call friends.
They both groaned when he gave one final push and was fully inside of her.
“Oh God, you’re so big,” she whispered, her voice filled with something akin to awe. “I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s in so deep. But it doesn’t hurt.”
She adjusted and readjusted her hips, as if testing her original hypothesis, and seated him deeper. “No, it doesn’t hurt.”
“Persy, merde…” he bit out.
He was trying. He was trying so hard to be gentle with her. But when she said that, he just lost it.
Nothing could stop his hips from shoving forward. He was suddenly a virgin, just like her. He rolled his hips between her thighs, desperate with lust. Unable to control himself from taking the pleasure he found inside of her.
And, merde…she was taking him, her sweet pussy clenched around him tight as a fist as he drove into her, hips rolling.
Usually, he was mindful to work a woman’s clit as they had sex, but he didn’t have to worry about that with Persy. He couldn’t get in deep enough, and he had her pinned down so tight to the bed, every part of her was getting his cock, especially her clittie.
Soon she grew frantic underneath him, one hand scratching at his back like she was scared he’d tear her apart and the other gripping one ass cheek like she was afraid he wouldn’t.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh God, what is happening? Don’t stop. Please, don’t.”
She cut off with a silent shout, her head knocking into his shoulder. And he wasn’t far behind. He dropped his face into her neck, the need to claim her blurring out everything else.
His. His. She was fucking his. At the last moment, he reared up. To look at her. Just to look at the woman he could finally claim as his.
Then he came. So violently, his entire body bucked and jerked for moments on end before he collapsed back on top of her.
For several moments, neither of them moved. All he knew was bliss.
But eventually, he had to roll off of her. He didn’t want to crush her. And she needed her rest.
So, he turned off the light, but he lay awake in the dark, unable to believe what had just happened.
She’d been pissed about his revenge, but instead of whining or berating him, she’d struck a deal. She’d given herself to him. Taken the higher road.
And that inspired him to do the same.
Tomorrow, they would talk. They’d figure out how to go forward with what was obviously going to be a passionate relationship.
Yes, tonight was…painful. She was right about that. But tomorrow would be different.
He’d make sure of it.
And with that decree, he drifted into a sleep that he already knew would be free of nightmares, seeded or not.
But he didn’t end up sleeping through the night. A few hours later, in the gray light of morning, he awoke to a loud click.
