Page 6 of It Destroys Me

She stared at it, a flush slowly coming into her face.

I was wanted by every woman I’d been with, but Astrid’s desire had always been different. Profound and visible to the naked eye. With a quiet desperation that somehow remained unclingy. When she’d wanted to be with me and I turned down her affection, the heartbreak had been on the surface of her eyes like broken ice on a frozen river. Her body burned for my appearance, but her heart was ablaze for everything beneath the flesh. I should’ve assumed she wanted me for my looks or my money, but somehow I knew it was more.

I came to the bed, and she inhaled a deep breath in anticipation, so distinct I could see it and hear it. I moved over her, and she immediately lay back as her hands slid up my back and scooped me into her, her ankles immediately locking at my waist to anchor me to her so I couldn’t pull away.

My hand slid deep into her hair as I held myself over her, watching her green eyes turn into emeralds when the fire turned into an inferno.

Her hand cupped my face before it slid into my hair, her eyes looking over me with adoration, memorizing my appearance as if she would never see it again. “This feels like a dream…because I’ve dreamed this so many times.” Her thighs tugged on my body to bring me close, to catch my lips with hers.

My mouth landed on hers…and it was still there.

Everything I’d tried so hard to forget. Passion. Intensity. Desperation. It all happened at the touch of our lips. I didn’t kiss the women I paid to fuck me. I barely kissed women I picked up at the bar. But I kissed Astrid like it was as good as sex.

Her lips trembled as she felt mine, like she might cry, but then she tilted her head and kissed me harder, caught my bottom lip with her rose-petal lips, giving me a breath of her warm air that tasted like wine. Her hands started to scratch down my back like I was inside her, and her thighs squeezed my waist like she was ready to come.

And all I did was kiss her.

I gave her my tongue and was met with hers, an enthusiasm so passionate and unbridled. Her nails carved at my flesh, and she continued to tug on me, giving a sexy sigh when my hard dick pressed against her clit with the perfect pressure. My dick oozed from the tip, and her glistening sex stamped my dick with lubrication.

I didn’t want to wear a condom, but I didn’t want to ask all the questions I needed to, not in the heat of the moment. So I started to pull away to roll one on.

But her locked ankles wouldn’t let me go. “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.”

I’d gotten tested after Astrid moved in. I hadn’t been sure at the time if this moment would happen, but if it did, I wanted to be prepared. I had to pull my hips back to give room for my length to slide down to her entrance, which was practically gushing when I guided my head to her soft opening. I felt my ass tighten in anticipation because just her entrance was a geyser. I pushed in and felt the opposition of her body to mine, the square peg in the hole, but with another thrust, I pushed through and started to sink. “Christ…”

Her nails turned into claws, and she gave a moan followed by a delicate wince. Her ankles remained locked against my ass like she wanted my fat dick, regardless of the destruction it caused. Her breaths turned harsher the deeper I went, and once I reached the dead end, she released a breath louder than all the others. She melted the way Scarlett had melted at dinner, dripping onto my sheets, her eyes taking me in above her.

I was nearly balls deep in her tightness, soaked to the bone in her arousal, all the muscles in my back and ass clenched tight in pleasure rather than exertion. She was the last woman I’d been with as far as I was concerned, because all the other women practically felt like phantoms. She was real.

This was real.

It was different now than it was then. Each moment was still on the precipice of something great, but this time, she was already mine. I held grudges the way accountants held on to receipts. I clung to my stubbornness the way a priest gripped his religion. But now, I was too busy holding on to her instead of my prejudices, and I felt them slip away.

My ass clenched as I rocked into her, sliding through a pussy so wet and tight it made my balls ache. Every time I was burrowed deep, she inhaled a sharp breath in response to the pain, but then she moaned a second later like it was worth the pain to have me.

I was already at the finish line, my dick so hard it was practically a metal rod, but I kept the bullet in the barrel until she gave me permission to pull the trigger. Judging from the flood between her legs, it wouldn’t be much longer.

Her thighs squeezed me as she dug her claws into my shoulders, a flush of red filling her cheeks until they were the color of beets. When she opened her lips, my name sounded like a song. “Theo…”

I broke contact because I had to, because if I didn’t pull my gaze away from hers, I would fill her with a mound of come. I was so hard, I was certain I could go twice in a row, but I didn’t want to take that chance on our first night together.

Her palm cupped my cheek and forced my stare back on hers. She lifted her head and kissed me, catching my mouth with the softest lips. She used tongue right from the beginning, and her nails dug in deeper as she claimed me as hers.

Fuck.

She started to moan, and her breaths turned unpredictable. Her claws withdrew, and she lay back, squeezing my hips and arching her spine, the bubbling pleasure trying to find its release from its cage. When it hit her, it released in the form of tears that cascaded down her cheeks, the moans from her soft lips turning into whimpered screams.

I couldn’t hold back, not for another second, not when she came all over my dick and said my name like I was her fucking religion. I staked my flag in her and claimed her land in my name. I filled her with a load I hadn’t given anyone besides my wife ten years ago. To fill a woman was a man’s greatest desire, a gift to earn a woman’s trust and permission to enter her sacred lands. It belonged to me now, like there had never been anyone who’d set foot there before. Once she’d entered my house, it was easy to forget about the life she’d had before me, the way we met.

My dick was still rock hard, and ammunition was already reloaded in the cannon. The skin of my cock was sensitive to every touch between our wet bodies. I thrust through her slickness, her cream and my cream. Heat radiated off my skin like steam because I was still white-hot.

Her eyes were still glossy from the aftershock between her legs. Her thighs squeezed me, and she scooped her arms up my back and brought me closer to her as if she didn’t notice her soreness in light of her aching desire. “Again.”

Chapter 2

Astrid

I woke up with a sudden jerk that nearly catapulted me out of bed. My eyes went to the window that was covered by the curtains, seeing little slivers of sunlight from the morning. My breaths were deep and uneven, and whatever terror had woken me up was already so far gone from my mind I couldn’t see its shadow.