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of shock and confusion.
“ Do what feels right, ” I hushed, drawing kisses down her neck. She gripped my shoulders, back bowed, following my every thrust with her own need. When my mouth found her breast again, she screamed a cry, her eyes rolling back before her lids closed. Moistened lashes fanned over her cheeks as she gasped at the building inferno within her body.
I could feel her tightening around my fingers, relishing in her abandon as I took her over the boundaries of everything that she had ever known. “ That’s it, ” I comforted softly, my lips returning to her neck.
At that moment, she burst, screaming, and I felt the clenching pleasure deep inside of her with my relentless touch. She was holding her breath now, and I quickly moved my lips to her ear.
“ This is what we are, ” I whispered as she struggled with consciousness. “ If we do this, Roam, I will never let you go. Do you understand? ” I lifted myself over her, poised just over her body. “ Do you want this? ”
She remembered to breathe, tears of shameless satisfaction sliding down from the corners of her eyes to her dark hair.
And then she nodded.
I’d already shed my boxers, poised just outside her moistened opening. There was no way to make this easier; the damage was inevitable. I pushed inside, slowly. Her cry was different from only moments before; breathless and filled with pain.
“ It will pass, ” I promised, not moving, groaning from deep within my throat at her perfection, her warmth, and the tightness of her body.
The waiting was torturous. Finally, she took a breath, just when I thought she was going to pass out. I pulled out just slightly, and then drove forward again, watching her face for signs of hurting. Eyes narrowed but determined, she reached for my face, her fingertips tracing my jaw. When a low moan escaped from deep within her throat, I lost my patience.
I plunged, holding her tightly, the hot depths of her body eliminating all of my thoughts. She gripped my shoulders while fighting her cries. Over and over I thrust, feeling her join my desperate need. As soon as she lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around my waist, matching my rhythm, I watched her fall apart in my arms.
“ West… my god, West, please, ” she cried, desperate, until she couldn’t speak anymore. My name. Mine .
She was mine.
I was undone. The violent spasms wrecked me, and I poured my soul into her, claiming her as mine.
Forever .
“ Roam ,” I begged, lowering my mouth to hers.
Of the thousands of times I’d made love to her, I’d never been so destroyed.
Maybe it was the tension, the need, the forbidden role she played in my life… I opened my eyes, drowning in her adoring gaze.
The awareness hit me with a thousand volts.
I love her.
I love her more than I have ever loved any of them. More than Lysbette, or Amina, or Isa…
More than Annie.
I loved her with my entire soul, and she stared back at me with a world of pain and guilt in her eyes.
Because of Logan.
I turned her and lay behind her, tucking her body against mine.
“Are you okay?” I managed, threading my fingers through hers.
“I will be.”
The first traces of sunrise filled the bedroom.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. The pain went away, I mean.”
Guilt. So much fucking guilt. “Let’s just get some sleep.”
I could hear her uneven breaths as her mind turned over and over anxiously. I wanted her to sleep. I wanted her to be sated, heavy, and loved, the way she should be feeling after her first time.
Not conflicted and filled with remorse.
“Don’t be afraid to sleep,” I said finally, and she jumped.
“I don’t want to deal with any more nightmares.”
“You don’t dream when you’re pregnant,” I hushed into her ear.
“What?” She sat up, turning around to look at me. I pulled her closer, so that she was facing me.
“You have never dreamt when pregnant. The dreams- and the nightmares- go away near the beginning.” I
“ Do what feels right, ” I hushed, drawing kisses down her neck. She gripped my shoulders, back bowed, following my every thrust with her own need. When my mouth found her breast again, she screamed a cry, her eyes rolling back before her lids closed. Moistened lashes fanned over her cheeks as she gasped at the building inferno within her body.
I could feel her tightening around my fingers, relishing in her abandon as I took her over the boundaries of everything that she had ever known. “ That’s it, ” I comforted softly, my lips returning to her neck.
At that moment, she burst, screaming, and I felt the clenching pleasure deep inside of her with my relentless touch. She was holding her breath now, and I quickly moved my lips to her ear.
“ This is what we are, ” I whispered as she struggled with consciousness. “ If we do this, Roam, I will never let you go. Do you understand? ” I lifted myself over her, poised just over her body. “ Do you want this? ”
She remembered to breathe, tears of shameless satisfaction sliding down from the corners of her eyes to her dark hair.
And then she nodded.
I’d already shed my boxers, poised just outside her moistened opening. There was no way to make this easier; the damage was inevitable. I pushed inside, slowly. Her cry was different from only moments before; breathless and filled with pain.
“ It will pass, ” I promised, not moving, groaning from deep within my throat at her perfection, her warmth, and the tightness of her body.
The waiting was torturous. Finally, she took a breath, just when I thought she was going to pass out. I pulled out just slightly, and then drove forward again, watching her face for signs of hurting. Eyes narrowed but determined, she reached for my face, her fingertips tracing my jaw. When a low moan escaped from deep within her throat, I lost my patience.
I plunged, holding her tightly, the hot depths of her body eliminating all of my thoughts. She gripped my shoulders while fighting her cries. Over and over I thrust, feeling her join my desperate need. As soon as she lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around my waist, matching my rhythm, I watched her fall apart in my arms.
“ West… my god, West, please, ” she cried, desperate, until she couldn’t speak anymore. My name. Mine .
She was mine.
I was undone. The violent spasms wrecked me, and I poured my soul into her, claiming her as mine.
Forever .
“ Roam ,” I begged, lowering my mouth to hers.
Of the thousands of times I’d made love to her, I’d never been so destroyed.
Maybe it was the tension, the need, the forbidden role she played in my life… I opened my eyes, drowning in her adoring gaze.
The awareness hit me with a thousand volts.
I love her.
I love her more than I have ever loved any of them. More than Lysbette, or Amina, or Isa…
More than Annie.
I loved her with my entire soul, and she stared back at me with a world of pain and guilt in her eyes.
Because of Logan.
I turned her and lay behind her, tucking her body against mine.
“Are you okay?” I managed, threading my fingers through hers.
“I will be.”
The first traces of sunrise filled the bedroom.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. The pain went away, I mean.”
Guilt. So much fucking guilt. “Let’s just get some sleep.”
I could hear her uneven breaths as her mind turned over and over anxiously. I wanted her to sleep. I wanted her to be sated, heavy, and loved, the way she should be feeling after her first time.
Not conflicted and filled with remorse.
“Don’t be afraid to sleep,” I said finally, and she jumped.
“I don’t want to deal with any more nightmares.”
“You don’t dream when you’re pregnant,” I hushed into her ear.
“What?” She sat up, turning around to look at me. I pulled her closer, so that she was facing me.
“You have never dreamt when pregnant. The dreams- and the nightmares- go away near the beginning.” I
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