A gasp escaped me when he didn’t stop until my head was all the way back, and he demanded, “Understood?”
Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn’t.
An urge hit me, an urge I knew would make any shrink squirm in their seats, but I rolled with it. Rolled with what I needed.
If this was a lesson, then Eoghan could be my teacher, and he could make this okay.
I reached for his other hand, raised it to my throat, and encouraged him to hold me there.
His eyes flickered for a second, his glance going to the sight of his fingers around my neck, then he rasped, “I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
I did. That was why I trusted him with this. Trusted him to break memories that were forged deep in my psyche.
The sting of my roots, the faint pressure around my throat, it felt…good.
Right.
I blew out a shaky breath, letting him take the weight of my head, feeling somehow so vulnerable at that moment, when I’d been riding a high.
It really did feel good though.
Felt like…
Christ.
Like I was bridging a gap between us.
Making him see me. Inessa. His wife. His woman. Not just a hole, not just a pussy. His.
His nostrils flared like our thoughts were on the same track, and then he slowly climbed onto the bed, his knees making the mattress bounce slightly as he rolled me back and leaned over me.
One of his knees moved then as his elbow took some weight, and he slid my legs apart, making a place for himself between my thighs.
His dick instantly pushed itself against my pussy. The thick heat resting against tender flesh.
“Are you on the pill?”
The question had me blinking at him. “Shot.”
He nodded. “Neither of us is ready for a family.”
I liked how he didn’t make that a question. I was too young, even though I knew it was pretty standard in my world to get pregnant quickly. I liked that he wasn’t going to force a child on me, and it had been a calculated risk telling him about the shot, which I’d gotten by sneaking to the doctor on a lie. I’d have earned myself a worse beating if my father had learned of it.
He rolled his hips, letting his cock surge against me, rubbing my clit with every move. He carried on, not stopping until I was rocking my hips, seeking more. His mouth caught mine, his lips tasting mine, then he let go of my hair, and I knew to prepare for it.
His hand went to his dick, and suddenly, his thickness was there.
I swallowed, forced myself to relax, and bit my lip as he began to push inside me.
It hurt. But it wasn’t terrible. I’d endured worse.
A shaky breath escaped me, one that mingled with his as he carried on kissing me as he pushed all the way in.
When he was there, fully, I didn’t stop to think, I just reached down, grabbed his butt, and dug my nails in, urging him on.
He bit my bottom lip as he muttered, “No. Give it a second.”