Willing Captive(55)

He says gently, “Bend your knees.”

So I do. It opens me a little more and the tip of him slides into me.

I gasp and wince. It hurts a little, but not too bad. I suppose the wetness helps. He watches me closely, “’Kay, babe?”

Nodding for him to continue, I grip his upper arms for support. He slides in a little more and the pain doubles.

Oh shit. This really sucks!

Never being one to mask my emotions, Nox leans forward and kisses my nose. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll go slow.”

I breathe deeply, desperately trying to steady myself when his thick length slides a little deeper. A burning pain slithers through me and it hurts so much I whimper. He starts to pull out, but I cry out, “Just do it. Please, honey. Just do it.”

His eyes flash with concern but I hold his stare. He swallows hard before whispering, “Shit. I’m sorry, baby.”

He slides all the way in.

Something rips inside of me.

And the pain is so intense that my mouth opens in a silent scream.

I’m being torn apart.

Wrapping his arms around me, he rocks me gently. Kissing my forehead, he mutters, “Sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

Wincing, my eyes close. Tears fall out the sides of my eyes. I could only describe the pain as agony. I cry silently, but hold Nox tight and whisper through shuddering breaths, “I’m so happy. So happy. I’m glad it was you.”

Wiping my tears away, he places sweet, soft kisses at the corners of my eyes. “Don’t cry, baby. You remember what you said this morning? About it being totally stupid to fall in love with me?”

At that, my eyes open. He adds quietly, “Then you should start calling me a f*ckin’ moron.”

Overcome with emotion, I burst into tears and whisper, “Me too.” Then I close my eyes and wail, “I’m the village idiot!”

Nox bursts into laughter while I continue to wail. Wiping away my tears, he smiles down at me, “We’re quite a pair, huh?”

Sniffling, I answer truthfully, “I don’t think it could get better than this for me. So, yeah, we’re quite a pair. The best kind of pair.”

Then suddenly, I realize that I’m no longer hurting.

Testing out how much I’m hurting, I wrap my legs around Nox and pull up, pushing him further into me. My eyes flutter and I hear Nox growl.

Oh, damn. That feels kind of amazing.

Nox places his hands by my head, supporting himself over my body while I rock against him. My eyes never leave his. This is feeling good but something is missing. Leaning up, he comes down to me, kissing me hungrily. My lips part and I feel his tongue lick along the inside of my top lip. And it’s so hot that my hips buck.

Against his mouth, I mutter, “Baby, move. Please.”

So he does. And although I’m sore, it feels good. The friction is deliciously addictive. He thrusts slowly and I sigh.

This is what sex should feel like.

As if reading my mind, Nox shares, “Amazing. And it only gets better, princess.”

My heart rate spikes. My body suddenly desperate for more, I beg, “Faster. Harder.”

Kissing my lips fiercely, his thrusts become wild and my body feels warm and light. The vein in his temple pulses, and pulling away from my lips, he murmurs, “This is gonna be quick, Lily.”

Then just as I reach up and connect our lips again, he pulls out of me. Panting, he groans into my mouth and I feel his warm come spurt onto my mound and belly.

And it’s then that I realize we didn’t use a condom .

So careless. So stupid. So freakin’ idiotic.

I guess I’m just lucky that he remembered to pull out or I’d have a possible pregnancy on my hands. And although that’s an option one day, it’s not something I want now. Not wanting to break the mood, I reach up and run my fingers down his cheek. I smile up at him and bite my lip. “That was amazing.”

His eyes warm as he smiles down at me. “You’re a liar. It was horrible, not amazing.” I laugh at myself. Leaning down, he pecks my lips as he adds a promise. “But it will be.”

Running my nose along his, I utter sleepily, “I’ll hold you to that.”





Chapter Eighteen

The eye of the storm





Lily





Waking with a smile, I bury my face deeper into the crook of Nox’s neck.

“Mornin’, babe,” he mumbles, “Feelin’ okay?”

Not really sure how I feel yet, I clench between my legs and hiss, “Ow. Not ready for another round just yet, I’m afraid.”

Wrapping his arms tighter around me, he suggests, “You should have a nice warm bath. You do that and I’ll bring you some breakfast.”

Raising my head, I look at him through sleepy eyes. “You do that and I’ll never go home.” And as soon as I say it, I want to eat the words while they’re still in the air. But it’s too late.

Both our faces fall. An awkward silence follows.

I move to roll out of bed, but his hand closes around my wrist. Pulling me back to him, he tucks me into his side and sighs, “We knew it was gonna get brought up eventually, princess. We can’t pretend forever.”

The bridge of my nose tingles and I whisper, “But I like pretending with you.”