The Unfortunates(84)

“You’re not going to catch me like that again,” he groans, pulling his mouth from mine. I squeak as he flicks his hips and rolls me off him. Then, he rears back, kneeling above me. “I’ve thought about this for a long time, believe it or not,” he confesses as his fingers play with the button to his pants. It pops and my heart hammers violently into my ribcage.

“Me too,” I utter, earning a small smile.

In a painfully slow movement, he lowers the zipper and pushes his pants down his thighs. I try not to stare… and fail miserably. I’ve always thought Kade had a beautiful penis, but my memory never did it justice. It was thick and long and clean… quite possibly the most enticing piece of flesh I’ve ever seen, forget abs. In the next heartbeat, he lowers himself over me, settling between my legs, and I swallow hard at the feel of his very tip pressing against my centre.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes on the shell of my ear. “I can feel it already.” He presses a little harder, until his tip passes my lips. His breath catches and the sound sends shockwaves through my body. I nervously flick my tongue over my bottom lip as he reaches between us and nudges my legs wider. His eyes remain on my face as he rubs himself all over me, testing my wetness.

“You ready?”

I nod and a burning sensation radiates at my entrance as he stretches me to my limits.

“Just relax, and you’ll be all right.”

He pushes further. Shit! I wince and clench his arms. Is it supposed to hurt so damn much? I imagine this is what birthing a baby feels like only it’s trying to climb back in to my vagina. Noticing my pain, Kade stops and brushes a stray lock of hair out of my face. His expression is strained, his brows are furrowed and his teeth gritted.

“Are you all right?” I ask through a heavy breath.

“I just pushed myself into your body and you’re asking me if I’m all right? I’m fine, but I really, really want to move.” He shivers and rakes his teeth over his bottom lip. “You feel fucking amazing, better than I ever imagined.”

I flush, regardless of how hard I try not to. “Are you… are you all of the way in?”

He shakes his head. “Not even close.”

“Go quick,” I plead. “It’ll be like ripping off a Band-Aid.”

Kade plants a soft kiss on my lips. “I don’t think this is the same thing, Nine. The slower, the better… the less I hurt you the more rewarding this will be—for the both of us.”

“If you go slow, will it feel good? Like all of the other things you do to me?”

I see sympathy flash in his eyes and that’s all the answer I need. This was going to suck. When I pictured having sex with Kade for the first time, I imagined hard fucking, orgasms and dirty talking… what’s happening is far from that fantasy. Granted, it does feel good and I do want to do this with him, I just expected it to be different. I didn’t think my body was going to let me down.

“It might not feel good this time, or the next time, but it will eventually.”

With another kiss, he slowly inches out before pushing in again, further this time until pain slices through my entire body. I cry out, but am stopped as Kade covers my mouth with his. I breathe rapidly through my nose in an attempt to lessen the pain and it works to a degree, but not enough to make me forget about it entirely. I like the pain, but hate it all at the same time.

Kade pulls away from my mouth and I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m okay,” I whisper, ignoring a hot tear that burns out the corner of my eye. “It’s done? You’re all there?”

Hell, I hope so. I don’t think I can take much more. This guy could jam his forearm in me and I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

“I’m all there, baby.”

“And now we race to the finish?”

Kade chuckles. “Yeah, something like that.”

I love that he’s doing it so much tonight. It reassures me of my decision—all of the decisions I’ve made thus far. He’s a different person than the one he projects on others… and tonight he’s a different person than the Kade who graces me with his presence every day. In this moment, I swear we’re the same in every way. It feels genuine, like we share mutual feelings for each other and, oh god, do I have feelings for him. My whole life I despised the Fortunate I thought I’d be assigned to. Every night before bed, I hoped and prayed that I’d be signed as a kitchen hand or something equally as isolated. When I was made a personal slave for Master Kade Sario, every fibre in my being was repulsed by the thought of him. Then I saw him for the first time. He looked up at me from underneath his brow and settled his dark, mysterious eyes on me. He seemed bored, or at least he tried to be. I saw the way his eyes roamed me, devoured me inch by inch and I’m sure if I listened hard enough, I’d have heard the air being forced from his lungs. He affected me, too. He wasn’t at all like I imagined. He was perfect… intimidating, rude, and demanding, but still perfect nonetheless.