It’s like being shred open from the inside by his size.
According to Aunt’s romance novels, other virgins in this situation would wait to adjust. They’d feel the need for the man to go easy.
Me? I want it to go on.
The pain. I want the pain to stay.
My body arches into Aiden’s. I grip his shoulders so tightly, my nails sink into the skin.
He freezes, eyes meeting mine, as he growls. “You’re a virgin? How the fuck are you a virgin? Why —”
“D-don’t stop.” I cut him off, slowly rocking my hips. “Take it.”
I want him to go hard on me because I need the pain, I don’t know why, but I just do.
The pain means I’m alive. I’m living this moment.
Considering Aiden’s rough nature, I expected him to accept the invitation.
Instead, he slowly rocks his hips forward, his thrusts are minimal as if he’s waiting for me to adjust.
Then… he kisses me.
It’s passionate but gentle. Our tongues dance in an erotic, slow dance. He releases my neck and he pulls me into him so I’m sitting on his lap. The new depth causes my knees to shake.
His thrusts become slow and deep and maddening.
I wanted the pain, but I got this euphoric feeling I didn’t know I needed.
Aiden smashed the illusion I had. He broke it and tore it to the ground.
Something inside me cracks.
My fingers thread into his hair and I kiss him back with an intensity that matches his. I meet the gentle rock of his hips with mine.
For what seems like forever, we kiss, letting our bodies get accustomed to each other. We kiss like it’s the last kiss we’ll ever have.
Like a disaster will happen if we stop kissing.
I try urging him to go harder by pulling on his hair, but he tugs on my hair back as if silently communicating he won’t follow my command.
Our limbs are so entangled that I don’t know where he starts and I begin. A sheen of sweat covers our bodies and the smell of sex lingers in the air like an aphrodisiac.
Aiden thrusts faster and sharper. A whimper-like moan escapes my lips when he hits a sensitive spot inside.
Without breaking his rhythm, Aiden pushes me so I’m on my back. His hands slip under my thighs and he flings both my legs over his broad shoulders.
He wraps his hand around my throat whether to keep me in place or as a threat, I don’t know.
And I don’t have time to think about it.
He pounds into me with renewed energy. The new angle causes my walls to contract.
The headboard creaks with every wild thrust and rock of his pelvis against mine. My heart palpitations are so fast, I’m scared I’ll have a heart attack.
It’ll be worth it.
“You’re so beautiful,” He groans, his rhythm turning rougher and faster with every word he says. “You’re maddening. You’re addictive. You’re fucking up everything.”