Page 20 of Shattered Saint
I did as he demanded. His eyes searched my face before they narrowed. “We have a few things we need to discuss, princess.”
I knew we did, but it could wait until after we were done. “I think we’re preoccupied with something at the moment that I would prefer to see all the way through.”
He took that as his incentive to continue, and when he moved, I cringed slightly as my body adjusted to his dick. The more he moved, the pain lessened as my body relaxed and pleasure began to flow through me once more.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged, and he rewarded me with thrusts that forced his name to the tip of my tongue. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him to sink deeper into me. The change from pain to ecstasy was erotic in a way that I wasn’t expecting but had come to crave.
In this moment, I was his and he was mine.
While what he was doing was tipping me toward the edge, I wanted more. I squeezed my legs around his waist and said, “I’m not some porcelain doll that you need to carry gently. I wanted you to fuck me harder.”
That seemed to push him into another gear and his strokes became more determined, as if he was a man on a mission to satisfy us both.
Our gazes clashed once more, and I refused to look anywhere else but at him. Right now, he was the only thing that mattered and the only thing I could think about was the impending climax that was building within me.
This felt more intense than any orgasm I’d ever given myself.
My back arched as I fell over the cliff of orgasmic bliss. Easton leaned forward and took my nipple in his mouth as my body tried to make sense of what was happening to it.
A low growl turned into a loud groan as his thrusts became more erratic. “Fuck,” he said as his thrusts slowed down until he completely stopped.
Easton leaned down and rested his forehead on mine as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were closed for a moment before they sprang open, and I was looking into the storm that I’d created in them.
“Kiss me,” I said.
A predatory look returned to his eyes as he kissed my lips once more.
“Now, I want you to lay down so I can finish what I need to do. Then we’ll talk.”
Instead of arguing with him, I did as I was told, and by the time I was settled on the bed, he’d returned with a washcloth. When the warm cloth touched my pussy, I almost snatched it out of his hand.
“Let me do this, princess.”
Regret about not telling him I was a virgin before we fucked sat on my brain like a double-edged sword. His insistence on taking care of me made me feel slightly worse, but being pampered like this was lovely.
What I wasn’t ready for was the talk we were supposed to have afterward.
He finished cleaning me up and then he took care of himself. When he finished up in the bathroom, he walked around the bed and slid beneath the covers.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when Easton’s body curled around mine. He moved my hair out of the way, and I could feel his soft breath tickling the back of my neck. Goose bumps formed on my skin, and I buried myself deeper into the bedding.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
I scrambled to find an answer but came up empty. "I’m not sure.”
That was a lie. I knew why I’d decided not to tell him, but it would probably make me look like an idiot if I admitted it out loud.
Easton let his finger trace small circles on my arm. “Did you think I wouldn’t understand? Or that I’d judge you for it?”
I sighed and said, “I didn’t want you to stop because of my inexperience. I wanted this more than anything, and I was afraid to ruin the moment.”
His silence was as loud as a freight train as I waited for him to say something. Anything.
“I wouldn’t have thought any less of you. I might have taken my time a bit more and tried to ease you into it, but your lack of experience doesn’t change the way I view you.”
The anxiety that had been sitting in the pit of my stomach loosened. I sighed as the tension I felt left my body. “I’m sorry, I—"
“You don’t have to say sorry, but next time something like this happens, I want you to tell me everything.”
