Page 96 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
Moments pass before he drives in some more.
I gasp.
Body trembling with restraint, he lifts his head and meets my watery gaze. A softness creeps into his eyes. “You’re in pain.”
I squeeze him for dear life as silent tears stream out of my eyes, but the pain isn’t enough for me to stop him. I want this so damn badly. I have to be brave.
My head moves back and forth. “I’m fine. Please…just do it.”
He studies me for a moment, nods, and pushes all the way in.
A yelp tears its way out of my lungs, but he swallows it up with mouth. The pain cuts through my center, sharp and stinging, but it lasts only a few seconds before it dulls.
Giorgio distracts me with his kiss, licking the inside of my mouth and nipping at my lips as I pant through the ache.
“You’re doing so well,piccolina,” he murmurs, skimming his lips over my cheek. “You’ve taken all of me.”
His eyes brim with warmth and desire and vulnerability that matches my own. Maybe I’m imagining it. After all, sex makes some people emotional, doesn’t it? It would make sense for a softie like me to get all loved up. But the longer I hold his gaze, the more I’m convinced I’m not just imagining it. Has he ever looked at any other women he’s had the way he’s looking at me?
Jealously runs through me. I won’t ask, because I know the answer I want to hear, and it’s not the answer he’s likely to give me.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not as much anymore.” It’s true. The ache’s receding to make way for an unusual kind of fullness.
When he makes a shallow thrust, tendrils of pleasure begin to unfurl. I moan into his ear. The sensation of him inside of me is surreal.
He does it again and groans. “Fuck. I need to see it.”
Holding my hips, he pulls me along, keeping us connected as he sits up on his knees.
Gaze falling to where we’re joined, his body shudders. He places his big palm over my mound and finds my clit with his thumb. “I’m going to play with you until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
The first strum makes me toss my head back. Everything down there is sensitive and charged, but somehow, he knows just how much pressure I can handle.
“That feels so good,” I moan.
He pulls out of me a few inches before pushing back in. “This pussy is mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”
His words coupled with the things he’s doing to my clit make another orgasm appear at the edges of my awareness.
“Gio,” I pant. “I need you.”
His thrusts grow deeper, but it’s not enough.
“Gi—”
“Beg for it,piccolina.”
Our eyes lock. A hand skims up my chest and stops around my neck. I lick my lips and say the words, feeling them wash over my body like a wave of heat.
“Please, fuck me.”
The sound that tears out of him doesn’t sound entirely human, and when he starts to move, I finally understand just how much he was holding back.
He drives into me with the kind of intensity that could move mountains. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck. Thank fucking God I’ve adjusted, because if he’d fucked me like this five minutes earlier, he’d probably have split me in half.
“You’re better than I imagined,” he says roughly. “Better than a dream.”
