He’s as hard as the other time — if not more.
It’ll hurt.
Why do I want it to hurt?
Without releasing my throat, he positions himself between my legs. His free hand cups my jaw. His stormy eyes forge a path straight into my soul. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
“You drive me crazy, too. It isn’t funny anymore.”
Aiden is the cliff.
Unknown.
Unplanned.
Unpredictable.
He’s my worst nightmare.
He’s also the closest thing I’ve had to freedom.
Aiden squeezes my throat and slams inside me.
He tears me apart in one go.
I shriek against his mouth.
It hurts.
Holy shit.
It fucking hurts.
It’s like being shred open from the inside by his size.
According to Aunt’s romance novels, other virgins in this situation would wait to adjust. They’d feel the need for the man to go easy.
Me? I want it to go on.
The pain. I want the pain to stay.
My body arches into Aiden’s. I grip his shoulders so tightly, my nails sink into the skin.
He freezes, eyes meeting mine, as he growls. “You’re a virgin? How the fuck are you a virgin? Why —”
“D-don’t stop.” I cut him off, slowly rocking my hips. “Take it.”
I want him to go hard on me because I need the pain, I don’t know why, but I just do.
The pain means I’m alive. I’m living this moment.
Considering Aiden’s rough nature, I expected him to accept the invitation.
Instead, he slowly rocks his hips forward, his thrusts are minimal as if he’s waiting for me to adjust.
Then… he kisses me.
It’s passionate but gentle. Our tongues dance in an erotic, slow dance. He releases my neck and he pulls me into him so I’m sitting on his lap. The new depth causes my knees to shake.
His thrusts become slow and deep and maddening.
I wanted the pain, but I got this euphoric feeling I didn’t know I needed.
Aiden smashed the illusion I had. He broke it and tore it to the ground.
Something inside me cracks.
My fingers thread into his hair and I kiss him back with an intensity that matches his. I meet the gentle rock of his hips with mine.
For what seems like forever, we kiss, letting our bodies get accustomed to each other. We kiss like it’s the last kiss we’ll ever have.
Like a disaster will happen if we stop kissing.