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I just nodded, running dry of anything useful to say.
He leaned down and kissed me, cupping my breast in one hand and stroking the nipple until I ached and arched beneath him. Heat pooled between my legs and he moaned too, pushing against my entrance. The head of him stretched me and I gasped.
“Hurting you?” he asked, stilling.
“It’s a lot,” I managed.
“You’re tight as hell,” he agreed. “Can I touch you?”
I nodded as he tucked me into his shoulder and slid his hand between us, working my clit gently. I moaned, already over-stimulated as he pushed his way inside me, stalling when he pressed against me and my entrance ached around his size. Was he big? I had no frame of reference. My mind tangented, and his hand stilled, then pinched me lightly until I gasped.
“Bella, look at me,” he commanded softly. “This next part is going to hurt. I can’t stop that. But I can show your body pleasure afterward. Alright?”
“Please, just?—”
He surged forward, filling me with his hard length. My world turned white, blinding me. I opened my mouth on a silent scream as he swore above me. Faintly, I became aware of him cradling my head in one hand, his weight still balanced over me. But the pain that ripped through me was all encompassing. I couldn’t get a breath in, let alone feel anything.
“Shhh, Bella. You’re okay. Christ, I’m so fucking sorry.” Falcon kissed the corner of my lips. “Jesus, girl. Be okay for me.” His worried eyes swam into view as I blinked for him.
“Fuck,” I whispered softly, not in a good way, once I could speak again. “That really?—”
“Hurts.” Falcon nodded. “I promised I’d remind your body how to feel pleasure. Let me.”
He kissed me again, light touches of lips and tongue that reminded me to breathe as I sank into his arms, and clung to him. His thumb brushed across my clit, strumming gently in the excess fluid spread over my flesh from our excess playtime before.
If I'd thought the orgasms he gave me before were amazing, it had nothing on this. For the first time I came around the solid feeling of him lodged deep inside me, lying completely still. His moan echoed mine as I unraveled around him, clamping down hard on his length as I cried his name to the darkened sky.
“Jesus,” he swore, jerking his hips. “You are a new form of torture, Bella. Fuck—” He swallowed hard, and gripped my hip. “I promised you it would be slow, didn't I?”
“You promised you wouldn’t leave or let me go.”
“I can do that.”
He began to move, slow at first, his arm wound around me, his other hand clasped tight to mine holding us linked together. One hand slipped down to throw my leg over his thigh as he drove his hips deeper.
“Falcon—” I cried out, arching as he growled above me.
“Christ, you’re the most beautiful creature,” he rasped as I fell apart for him again, trembling.
My entire body shook as he roared his own need and slammed into me three times, seating himself deep. I couldfeelhim pulsing inside me as he came, pressing his weight down on me.
And I’d never felt so not alone in this place where I’d been so lonely without him.
CHAPTER NINE
FALCON
The sun rose over us as Bella slept on my chest. We missed the sunrise together, but the weight of her curled against me beneath my jacket may have been one of the best damn experiences of my life.
Topped only by the pure, unadulterated trust she gave me last night when she let me take something from her I still wasn’t sure she should have let me have.
She stirred as I stroked her hair, tangling my fingers in the silky strands and untangling them just to amuse myself, because I could. She’d put her dress back on afterward and I’d covered her in my jacket, pressing us together on the rug for warmth, but the wind had dropped. I ached to sleep with her naked, just to feel her pressed to me skin to skin.
Wake up with her in the sunshine, roll her over and kiss her until she moaned for me.
But I didn’t want to hurt her or wake her early this morning, so I simply stroked her hair and held her tight.
Like she asked.
