Page 117 of Illicit

Then he takes my mouth. A kiss filled with such emotion and pent-up sexual tension—I’ve never felt anything like it.

I’m completely consumed by Rocco Monroe in every way possible.

My lips feel swollen when he breaks our kiss.

But he doesn’t move.

Not even an inch.

And even though I’m only a quasi-virgin, I do know that sex involves movement.

A lot of it at times.

Sometimes even aggressively.

“Roc?” I whisper.

“Mmm,” he hums.

My fingers press into the skin of his shoulders. “Is everything okay?”

“Just…” He pauses. “Fuck, you feel good.”

I relax and let my body get used to the size of him. Being taken by him.

I love it.

“Rocco?”

His tone is tense. “Yeah, baby.”

I tip my face so my lips brush his ear. “You’re worth everything I’ve been through to get right here.”

I feel him exhale, and he finally moves. I groan when he pulls out halfway and pushes back in. “I don’t deserve you. For a million reasons, I’ll never deserve you.”

He pulls out and pushes back in once more. His hand fists my hair, and he groans as he pulls all the way out this time.

He reaches over to the nightstand, yanks out the drawer, and produces a condom.

I feel empty when his body leaves mine.

Until he sits back on his knees. Then I get something I never dreamed of. A view of Rocco rolling a condom on his cock. And as much as I hate that there will be anything between us, I do enjoy the show.

When he returns to me, he hooks my knee under his elbow, spreading me wide.

His forearm rests by my head, and he brushes the hair away from my face as he sinks into me to the root again. His eyes never waver from mine. This time he moves. Not fast, but not slow.

I’ve never experienced anything so intimate. So personal. So connected—and I don’t mean on a physical level.

I put my feet to the bed and lift my hips for more.

He thrusts harder.

He does it again.

And again.

When we connect, it’s new and beautiful and life changing. It hurts, but it doesn’t. I can’t even rationalize it—all I know is it feels amazing. I’m going to want more of this, and this isn’t even over.

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