Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(193)

The simple offering blew my fucking mind; I throttled my cock. I wouldn't last. I couldn't last. Not when I was so close.

Keeping her ass spread with one hand, she reached with her other to grab my length. She didn't say a word, guiding me downward. Her fingers didn't stroke or tease, they just delivered me to my ultimate goal.

Our eyes locked and I fell forward, planting my palms on the mattress on either side of her. I let Tess take me. I gave her all control-hoping to hell I could hold on long enough to push inside. I'd wanted to play with the leash. I'd wanted to tease and play. But this-this incessant need to be inside-it couldn't be denied. 

"Take me, Q. Je suis à toi." The instant the head of my cock pressed against her puckered muscle, I lost control of my mouth. "Fucking fuck, Tess. I'm about to fucking come all over your back."

She laughed softly. "Don't. Wait till you're in me. I want you to come inside me." Her fingers tightened, pulling me forward while forcing herself back.

There was resistance, heat, pressure-a barrier that wanted nothing to do with my cock.

Then release.

A giving, a softening.

"Ah!" Her eyes squeezed with a pain; her fingers fell from my erection, clutching the sheets. Every muscle in my body locked down as I forced my way forward, millimetre by millimetre, stealing her virginity.

She breathed hard, her body shivering with uncomfortableness. I thrust a little, easing my size into her body.

Fuck, she's even tighter than I thought.

"Oh … ah … " she groaned, jerking with agony. I knew I should stop. I knew I should retreat. But I couldn't. My cock had taken control and I pulled back only to rock forward, invading deeper, stretching wider.

My entire body trembled. My eyes snapped shut; all I could focus on was the incredible tightness around the rim of my shaft.

Her hand latched around me again, squeezing hard. "Stop-let me get used to you."

Shit. Stop? That was asking for a fucking miracle. Growling through a tight jaw, I said, "You take me. Control the speed." I locked my elbows, afraid to move an inch incase I slammed into her. "Take. Your. Time."

A second ticked past where her body hummed with tension. Finally, she nodded. We didn't say a word as her fingers shook around my length, holding me still while her back tensed, arching upward.

Fuck. Fuck. Me.

Her hesitation was the worst kind of aphrodisiac. It fed me. Fuck, it fed me. I lost all softness, wanting to bite and spank and own.

She pushed again. I groaned as my tip travelled deeper, growing hot with her body, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Her ass resented my claiming but she never stopped working, never stopped inching me further.

Tess gritted her teeth. A tear trickled down her cheek.

I froze. "Stop. If you're in pain. Stop."

She shook her head. "Do it. You take me. I'll work through the pain. Please, just do it."

Two sides of me. Husband and master. The husband hated the idea of his wife in pain. I wanted to cut off my cock for causing her such discomfort. But the master loved his slave's agony, drinking on it-getting high on it.

I struggled to stay coherent.

Tess's hand fell away, placing both palms on either side of her face. Her eyes squeezed tight, giving me complete control.

"I'll try not to hurt you, esclave," I grunted, grabbing her hips to anchor myself. With my jaw clenched, sweat trickling down my temples, I rocked into her. Time lost all meaning as I worked her, teaching her body I could fit-giving her no choice but to accept.

Centimetre by centimetre, I took her. Fucking worshipping this woman who trusted me so damn much.

Tess's back glistened with moisture as my last thrust hit resistance.

I'd claimed her. My cock was as far as it could go-balls resting against her cheeks.

"Damn, you feel amazing," I whispered, bowing over her, kissing her salty shoulder.

She trembled. "You're so big."

I chuckled. "Thanks for the ego stroke, esclave."

Her lips quirked. "I meant you feel huge. I'm throbbing and aching and sore and … "

My arms bunched. Go on-fuck her. The incessant demand thundered in time with my heart. But I couldn't. She needed time to adjust-to grow used to the tightness. Wrapping the leash around my fist, I tugged gently. Her spine curved, moving with the collar around her throat.



       
         
       
        

"What else … you stopped yourself. Tell me. I want to know." I dragged my teeth along her shoulder, lapping up her fear.

"I'm not going to lie and say it doesn't hurt. That first thrust was worse than awful. But now … it's fading. I can feel every inch of you. Every nerve ending is assaulted by overwhelming fullness, but the pain is changing … " A look flittered across her face, then she clenched.