Page 81 of Touch of Hate
Balancing himself on one arm, he rubs the head of his cock through my folds, wetting the tip. His gaze is caught between us, watching himself. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. Taking himself into his hand, he guides himself to my entrance, nudging gently.
Our eyes connect, his hips press forward, and in a split second, the world fills with a burst of light, a single moment of pain wrapped in pleasure that goes deeper than anything physical.
Soul deep.
Finally, he’s inside me, entering me an inch at a time, and I feel every last bit of him as he stretches and fills me. It’s so much better than I ever imagined, better than my wildest dreams.
The pinch of pain and uncomfortableness are worth it.
I’m wet beyond measure, and that makes it easy for him to move in and out of me without much resistance.
“Fuck… so tight...” he groans, long and low, holding himself still for a moment before pulling back and plunging in again.
The force rocks me.
“You’re stretching me.” I groan as the pain dissipates.
“Yes, you’re mine in every single way. Only I will fit between your thighs and inside you,” he grits through his teeth, his hand cradling the side of my face. The battle between gentle and rough winds.
He thrusts forward, and I can feel how big he is, feel the way he forces me to take him, even as my body tries to resist. I lean into his touch, turning my head to kiss the palm of his hand.
I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles to pull him deeper. He’s holding me close as well, and I know he would never let anything hurt me. I can fall to pieces so long as I’m in his arms.
A bead of sweat forms on his brow, and I can see the concentration etched into the dark contours of his face. He’s holding back, resisting temptation, but I don’t want him to hold back.
I want him to take from me with the same energy he gives me.
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper, eager to make sure he knows he can take from me however he needs to. “Don’t be gentle.”
“Fuck. You kill me, angel.” He lowers his head, his lips and tongue glide over my throat, and the sound of his heavy breathing in my ear mixes with my heartbeat. His hips piston forward, stroking me deeper and pushing me harder and faster. He’s on the verge of cracking, fucking me like he needs to, like he should.
“Fuck me, Ren,” I moan, dragging my nails across his back. “Fuck me. Please. Don’t be gentle.”
“You’re going to be very sore once I’m through with you,” he announces with a growl. All I can do is smile when he moves faster, driving himself deep, so deep and hard I have to grit my teeth against the mixed pain and pleasure—but more pleasure than pain, beyond the physical, the satisfaction of knowing he’s taking pleasure in me as I do in him.
That’s the last thing that goes through my mind before I find myself reaching the edge of the cliff again, falling over it with a guttural moan a second before the sweet tremors roll through me, my muscles gripping him even tighter than before.
And he feels it. “Oh fuck, Scarlet. You’re squeezing my cock so tight, milking me.”
His hips move faster, in and out, in and out, quicker with every beat of my heart. I’m so wet, the sounds my body makes as he enters me should embarrass me, but they only add to the pleasure.
“Fuck, I knew this moment would be worth the wait. You’re so perfect,” Ren praises with a rabid look in his eyes, and all I can do is hold on as he plunges inside me, each stroke sinking its claws deeper into my core.
Pain spreads through my abdomen when he picks up his pace. I ignore it, pushing it to the back of my mind.
“I don’t think I can stop myself from fucking you the way I want to.” His white teeth are bared, and I can tell he’s still holding back. A whimper escapes me, and his lips descend on mine a moment later as he fucks me into oblivion, every thrust opening up something dark and sinister inside me.
Sweat forms against our bodies, and I’m not sure how much longer I can take the ache in my core; though fluttering with bits of pleasure, it still burns with every thrust.
I break the kiss and look into his eyes. “Ren. I don’t know how much longer I can go.”
Gritting his teeth, he pushes harder, my body moving up the mattress—the only thing keeping me in place is his hold on me.
“Shit, fuck. I’m going to come. I’m going to come inside your pussy, inside my pussy.” I don’t miss the claim and hide my wince of pain by biting the inside of my cheek hard enough that I taste blood.
Throwing his head back, he lets out a roar that threatens to break my eardrums. He twitches deep inside me, and a wave of warmth spreads through my center. After a moment, he presses a gentle kiss on my clammy forehead and falls to the side, leaving me all at once.
He’s not gone long. I’m too limp and sedated to resist the pull of his arms. He gathers me up in them, my head resting against his chest, and I have the satisfaction of listening to his deep, happy sigh.