Beautifully Damaged(43)

His kiss was different, more demanding, causing my body to burn. A slow heat started somewhere in the vicinity of my heart before fanning out to sizzle along every nerve-ending. His hands moved over me, stroking, caressing, claiming, and when he sought and found the bare skin of my stomach, I moaned deep in my throat. He brushed against the side of my breast and I pushed myself against his hand as desire pooled in my belly. My hands did as they had wanted from the very first time I met him running up his arms, over the bulge of his biceps, along his wide, solid shoulders, and down his back, following the corded muscles that framed his spine. They moved lower over his ass and he moved, rolling his hips that were cradled between my thighs. The most intense and magnificent sensation rocked through me and he growled low in his throat before he moved with surprising speed, lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the bedroom.

He placed me on the bed with such care and his eyes stayed on me as his fingers worked the snap of my jeans. He held my heated gazed as he slowly moved the denim down my legs before dropping my jeans to the floor. I couldn't describe the feelings burning through me; there were too many.

My hooded gaze stayed fixed on his and I saw him grin just as he gripped my ankles. Slowly he moved those wonderful hands up my legs, over my calves, my knees, my thighs until he reached the elastic of my panties. His finger slipped under to run a trail against the delicate skin and I practically jerked right off the bed. He continued his journey up and over my stomach to my ribs and when he reached my breasts, I sucked in a breath as his hands closed over those aching peaks to caress and tease. His mouth replaced his hands and I moaned in pleasure, pushing my heels into the mattress as my hands moved to hold his head steady while I lifted myself up offering him more.

I then got it, the allure of sex; yep, I so understood. His wide and wild eyes found mine as he pulled my shirt up over my head and moved his hands down my body to grip the silk of my panties. Our eyes were locked as he pulled that swatch of silk down my legs. My heart galloped in my chest from the look on his face seeing me completely exposed to him.

He gripped the back of his shirt and pulled it forward over his head before discarding it to the floor. His hands moved to the snap of his jeans where he lingered for a moment pulling my heated gaze from the hard ridge pressing against his fly to his face only to see the grin that tugged at his mouth as he teased me.

As he pulled his jeans down his legs, I saw all of him, gloriously naked and aroused, and for a moment, I panicked over whether it was actually going to fit. He seemed to understand my concern when a smile curved his lips.

"Don't worry, it'll fit love."

"God, I hope so."

He laughed as he reached to his bedside table for a box of condoms.

"Don't."

His eyes flew to mine and the look in them had my toes curling. "It's for your safety."

"Have you ever not used a condom?"

"No, never."

"I'm on the pill, Trace, to control my period. For my first time, I want to feel you." My eyes moved to his very impressive appendage before I added, "...all of you."

He stilled as an expression that I couldn't quite discern covered his face. "You're a virgin?"

Oops, I forgot to mention that. "Yes, but please don't stop, Trace."

The look on his face changed to one of tenderness followed by possession as he pounced, covering me so that every naked, hard inch of his body was pressed against every soft inch of mine. Hands and mouths moved everywhere as we touched and tasted each other until I thought I was going to explode from the tension that was building to a pleasantly painful peak. I felt him start to push into me and I tensed.

"Relax, Ember, let me in sweetheart."

I tried but it felt so weird until he started to kiss me with long, drugging kisses having had the effect of not just relaxing me but also making me needy. Trace knew it, too. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he took my virginity and embedded himself fully inside of me. The movement caused a wicked sharp pain that brought tears to my eyes. He held himself perfectly still as his fingers brushed the tears from my cheeks.

"Your body just needs to adjust to me."

"It hurts."

"I know, baby."

And then he distracted me from the pain between my thighs as his hot mouth closed over my breast. He continued to suckle me and I needed to move, needed to feel him move, so I lifted my hips and that was all the encouragement Trace needed. He moved slowly at first until he felt me tightening, my body aching almost to the point of pain, as I begged for something that was just within my reach.

"Please, Trace." He moved then, harder, deeper and faster until I literally shattered and my climax brought on his as he closed his eyes seconds before he roared my name as his body spasmed with his own release. His eyes opened to find me looking at him and then I wiggled my hips as I purred, "Again."