“Tell me what you feel.”
She groans.
“Please.”
“I feel your finger inside me, sliding in and out of me.” Her hips dig back into the mattress. She raises her pelvis.
“In.” I breathe out the word with her, forcing myself to keep my eyes open. To watch her thigh muscles squeeze themselves together. Her belly twitches.
“Out,” her voice lowers to a whisper.
She flings her head back, and her spine rises off the mattress, and a scream tears out of her. The scent of her arousal bleeds into the air. That sweetness of her shudders over me.
“I can’t hold back, Gia, forgive me.”
23
Gia
I hear him as if from a distance.
The world fades around me. The room, the bed…everything but his voice, his phantom touch inside me. That sweet emptiness between my thighs that needs so much more. Sparks of blue and pink shatter behind my closed eyelids and fade away. My body collapses back onto the bed.
Every muscle in my body feels too relaxed, too limber.
My insides are melting, and my arousal seeps out of me, the moisture gushing from my pussy. I should close my thighs to stop it, but I can’t. Should cover myself up, but my hands feel too lazy.
I manage to crack my eyelids open to see him shrug off his T-shirt then shuck his pants. “Not. Fair.”
He angles his head, “What?”
“You burn off my clothes, then proceed to undress yourself.” I pout. “You have all the dramatic moves.”
“I can teach you.” He raises his shoulders and lets them fall. “If you want.”
“You can?” I frown. “But I don’t have any powers.”
“Not yet.” Those blue eyes glow.
“What does that mean?” I peer up at him, trying to form all these separate streams of my thoughts into coherent words. “I am just a human, someone who’s always had to try extra hard to be halfway as powerful as those around me.”
“Yet here you are, baiting a Fae, who is more powerful than any other species alive.” He smirks.
“You’re changing the topic.” There is a tingling feeling in my chest.
“No, I am bringing it back to the only one that matters.” He leans down and circles my ankle.
His touch sweeps into my blood. My core heaves.
“Which is?” I breathe out the words knowing I am not prepared for what he is going to do next. And yet I want it. Every part of me is aching for him. Every inch of my skin feels like it is on fire. My scalp tingles; even the tips of my eyelashes stretch with anticipation.
His chest muscles harden and a vein throbs at his temple. He bares his teeth, and those canines are stark against his skin. I swallow. “I am scared, Dante.”
"Don’t be." He flicks back his ears which I swear have elongated further in the last few seconds.
Gripping my other ankle, he spreads my legs wide apart, so I am completely bared to his gaze. His fingers are rough on my skin. His movements are slow. Measured. Like he's savoring every step. Like he's preparing me for what is to come. My belly tightens. My nerve endings crackle.
I can’t stop myself from staring at the tattoos which mark his chest, flowing down his pecs, his stomach, and continuing down one thigh. His legs are braced apart, and between them his cock, his massive shaft, juts out. A drop of precum glistens at the slit.
“I am too small for you.” My voice comes out thin.
“You are perfect.” He kneels on the bed, then inches up and into the V between my thighs.
My pulse rate ratchets up.
He drops down on the bed, to plank over me, balancing his weight on his elbows, on either side of my head.
My torso stretches up to meet him. His big body shadows mine. The heat from him pours over me.
“Look at me, acushla.” The tendons of his throat move as he swallows.
The tenderness in his tone is my undoing. I raise my heavy eyelids and force my gaze to lock with his.
“You fucking turn me on.” He swoops down, kisses me on the mouth, then plunges his dick into my weeping pussy.
Too big, too hard. Too much.
Pain cleaves me in half. I cry out and try to wriggle away from him.
His entire body tenses.
He stays where he is. His shaft swells inside me, pinning me down.
His cock stretches me, filling me completely. Every ridge of his hardness rakes against the moist walls of my channel. A shudder racks his body.
I fling my arms around his shoulders to push him away but instead dig my nails into his shoulders.
He kisses me, sweeps his tongue into my mouth, locks his lips over mine as if he’s taking from me, and yet he gives.
He sinks into me, until his balls brush against my trembling pussy until his weight pins my legs apart and I am sure he will split me open.
Another scream rips out of me.
His shoulders go solid, all his muscles coil. His biceps tremble and I sense him hesitate.
He cups my cheek, then presses tiny kisses over my lips, up my nose, and over my eyelids.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?'
Heat flushes my cheeks. "Thanks for pointing out the obvious." I fling my arm over my eyes and flatten my lips.
"You have to admit it's a surprise, especially after the way you responded to me at the bar."
"So sorry to disappoint."
"You're sorry?" His tone is harsh.
I cringe, and pull my shoulders back, trying to put some space between me and him. Good intentions. But impossible, given the man is all but plastered to me. "Yeah, you heard me. Sorry I am not more experienced." I mumble half to myself. "Sorry that I did not sleep with any of my fellow recruits at the Bureau, sorry that—."
He grabs my arm and wrenches it away from my face. "Don't you dare say that, and if you sleep with anyone else, I'll... I'll..." His chest heaves.
His color is high. His eyes blaze at me. He looks like... a man possessed.
A fierce emotion twists my gut. "You're angry?"
"Angry?" His voice lowers to a growl, "That’s an understatement."
I blink, trying to form my thoughts into words, then give up.
He pins back his ears. "I am your first, do you know how that makes me feel?" He bares his teeth.
"Umm, good?" My voice cracks.
"What was that?" A vein throbs at his temple.
That's not a positive sign, is it? I clear my throat. "It makes you feel... good?"
He leans in close enough for our eyelashes to kiss, "It makes me feel so fucking hard, that I want to tie you down and make love to you until you can't walk straight for days." Every muscle in his body seems to go rock-hard.
“I want to fuck you until there is no other thought in my mind but you. Until I can’t scent anything but the tanginess of your arousal. Until there is no skin that separates us, just a melding of the flesh, of the spirit…of ourselves—”
His words send a primal thrill racing down my spine. My breath comes in pants. My heart beats so hard I am sure it's going to jump out of my chest.
I wind my arms around his neck and strain against him. "Do it, Dante."
I am begging him now, but I don't care. It's not like I have anything else left to hide.