But the reality was overloading my senses. He was too big. It was too fast. The rush of pushing his buttons had worn off and now the adrenaline was making me shake. He was a stranger. I was still hot. Still wet. I was aching and needy and empty.
And scared to death.
“Mate.” He breathed the word over my skin, his hot whisper on the back of my shoulder sending goose bumps over my body. He stilled behind me, as if sensing the change in me.
He released my hands, and I lowered them to my sides as he took hold of my hips instead. Turning me to face him, he lifted me once more so my back was against the wall, our eyes level.
And yes, he was huge. His face twice the size of mine. His eyes intensely focused on me, reading me, as if he could see into my soul.
I licked my lips nervously as I hung there, unsure what to do until he wrapped my legs around his hips, his heavy erection trapped between us. Unmoving. I couldn’t look away from him, from the raw hunger I saw in his gaze. Hunger, and pain. Uncertainty.
Lust.
But his hands were gentle, and he waited; the giant beast of a man waited.
“Rezzer? What are you doing? Why did you stop?” I knew why, but I wanted to hear him say it. No, I wanted him to hear it.
“Scared.”
One word confirmed everything. His beast was no animal. He was big, but he was mine. He would never hurt me. Not even like this, when I was naked and aroused and half out of my mind. Not even when I was too confused and wild and fearful to resist.
Who was the beast here? The monster? I suddenly had the feeling it was me.
Leaning forward slowly, I pressed my lips to his. I kissed him, and he opened for me so I could explore him in a clash of tongues and teeth and hunger. Just that fast, my body skyrocketed from idle to a high revving engine, and I tore my lips from his with a gasp. “I want you, Rezz. Please. Now.”
He didn’t talk, but reached to his side and pulled the platinum cuffs free from his waist. I leaned back against the wall, the tip of his cock nestled at my entrance as he separated them and locked the two larger cuffs around his wrists, one then the other.
His gaze lifted to me, and I held my hands out in front of me, eager for this Atlan version of wedding rings. I didn’t know anything about them, but I knew they marked me as his. Rezzer as mine. Taken.
A shudder passed through him when the second cuff latched, the seam disappearing. The weight of them was new and, while they were cool, they quickly warmed against my skin. The fit was perfect. He shuddered again. I knew I’d done that to him. Me. The feeling was powerful, an aphrodisiac, and my pussy bathed the tip of his cock with scalding heat.
He growled as I shifted my hips, and I expected him to shove me down onto his cock, hard and fast. Instead, he took my hand and lowered it between us until I gripped his hard shaft. It was so big I couldn’t close my fingers around the girth.
I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to guide him inside me, to make sure I was ready, that he wasn’t going to hurt me. Somehow, he knew my fear was still close, right beneath the surface. There would be time for rough and hard later. I knew that. And I wanted it. With him. Only with him.
But this first time? I wanted him slow. I needed to look into his eyes and discover him. I needed to look into his soul the way he was looking into mine.
God, he was huge. Hot and pulsing in my palm. It had been a while, and I wasn’t sure he was going to fit.
But holy hell, did I want to try.
I guided him to me, the large mushroom head sliding past my inner muscles with a pop as he filled me. Stretched me open. Wide. Wider. The stretch was uncomfortable for a moment before I relaxed and used the weight of my body to take him deeper.
He held perfectly still, let me impale myself on him, let gravity do its job. His body was so still he could have been a statue. A tautly muscled, gorgeous statue. His control made me hotter. It made me feel safe, safe enough to let go.
Tilting my hips, I wiggled until he hit my womb, until my pussy was so tight and stretched that I clawed at his uniformed chest, trying to force him to move. I was naked, spread open like a pagan offering, my back to the wall as a beast stared at me fully clothed. Dressed like a warrior. Weapons and blades bumping my thighs as I rode his cock.
What the hell was wrong with me that I thought his guns were hot? That I loved feeling small and helpless and overpowered?
Safe.
There was the word that made me melt into him. I lifted my hands to his shoulders with a soft cry and tried to lift myself up. I didn’t get far, but sliding back down was heaven. Pure, fucking heaven.
“Rezzer.” I lifted myself again, a little higher this time. Slammed down with a bit more force, made myself whimper as my pussy stretched wider. My juices coating him fully, the glide perfect. Wet. Deep.
Once more. Twice. My breasts rubbed against his uniform, the strange material abrading my sensitive nipples so that I did it more. I needed more.
His gaze never wavered. He watched me with iron control, not even flinching as I lifted myself almost completely off him, my arms shaking with the effort as I clung to him, moaning. Begging him to move. To fuck me. Saying his name over and over as his cuffs seemed to heat against my wrists.