Page 140 of Endgame

“Yeah,” I bit out, clutching his shoulders for dear life as the muscles in my channel tightened and clenched around the intrusion that was Rourke’s dick. “You’re so…big.” I clenched my eyes shut as the burn subsided. “I’m too…small for you.”

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he agreed in a pained tone, jaw clenched tight. “Perfect.”

“I can feel you stretching me,” I whispered. “Opening me up.”

“Fuck, Six. Please, baby. Don’t say that…” His jaw ticked and a bead of sweat trickled from his brow. “Shit, I need to move so bad,” Rourke bit out before burying his face in my neck. “Fuck.”

Angling my hips upwards, I moved tentatively, thrusting ever so slightly. It didn’t hurt this time, and the burning sensation that had been there only moments ago seemed to be replaced with a different sort of burn. A white-hot burning sensation that climbed inside of my core. “Move,” I moaned, rocking up hips up to meet his again. “Move in me, Rourke.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” he groaned and then he began to move inside of me, slowly at first, grinding his hips in a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to touch every nerve ending inside of me. The rocking sensation he made as he moved in and out of me applied just enough friction to my throbbing clit. I clung to his body like he was my lifeboat; like his shoulders were the only thing anchoring me to the ground and if I let go now, I would float away.

And then he moved faster, pressed harder, circled deeper inside of me until I couldn’t handle another second of his tortuous pleasure.

And when I finally came, it was to the feel of Rourke’s cock pressing deep inside of me. I came hard, clenching him so tightly that Rourke came right with me.

The afternoon sunshine pouring through Rourke’s bedroom window brought me back down to earth with a bang, making me aware for the first time since we crossed the threshold of his door that it was the middle of the day, and the both of us should be at school right about now.

“So, that was sex,” I said several moments later, my chest still panting from the exertion. Rourke was still inside me – we were still connected in the most humanly intimate way. Laying my head back on the pillow, I blew out a trembling breath. “Wow.”

“Wow?” I felt him smile against my neck. “Did I live up to your expectations?”

Rourke had just blown all of my expectations clean out of the water, but instead of verbalizing this, I simply nodded and tightened my hold on his neck, holding his body to mine. I didn’t want to him to move. He was still pulsing inside my body, his erection still hard and probing. If I could have kept him right there inside me then I would have, but Rourke had other ideas.

“Relax, okay?” he whispered before pressing a kiss to my lips and rising above me. I winced when pulled out; the feeling alien to me. He pulled out slowly, obviously trying to ease my discomfort, but whatever pain I had felt evaporated the moment he knelt back on his heels and began to roll the condom off his still very much erect penis.

He was covered in blood.

My blood.

It was smeared all over the condom and his pubic hair.

I didn’t want to look, and yet, I couldn’t look away.

Mortification flooded my body as I watched Rourke climb off the bed and disappear into his adjoining bathroom with the used condom between his fingers.

The moment he was out of sight, I scrambled into a sitting position and observed the damage.

His bed sheets wereruined;marked in my virginity.

My thighs were also bloodstained.

Oh my god…

Forcing back a choked sob, I scrambled off the bed and quickly grabbed the fitted bedsheet, pulling at it wildly in my desperate bid to get rid of the horrifying evidence.

I didn’t even notice Rourke returning to the room until I felt his arms come around me from behind. “Leave it,” he whispered in my ear before kissing my shoulder. “I’ll take care of it.”

He was going to takecareof it? “No,” I exclaimed, mortified. “I’ll do it…”

“Six!” Rourke turned me in his arms and cupped my face with his hands. “I will take care of it,” he repeated slowly, blue eyes locked on mine. He didn’t look mad or cocky or any of those horrible things I expected. He looked…pleased. “Okay?”

I bit down on my lip and nodded. “Okay.”

Rourke stared at me for the longest moment before reaching for one of my hands and saying, “Come with me.”

Naked as the day I was born, I followed him into his ensuite bathroom to where he had the shower already running. He stepped inside and gestured for me to follow.

I went willingly, walking straight into his open arms. I was trembling violently – why, I couldn’t tell you – but I was. My body wasn’t behaving the way it normally did. I suppose seventeen years of nothing and then suddenly being impaled might have something to do with it.

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