Page 164 of Psycho

My chest pushed up against him as I tried to get in enough air into my lungs.

It felt like I was running out of breath, and the fog in my mind didn’t help.

“I don’t give a fuck about pregnancy. You’re fucking mine, with or without a baby. But I won’t ever let anything come between me and what’s mine, not even a fucking rubber.”

He pushed in another inch.

We both groaned at the same time as pleasure and pain moved through me, the polarity of the two sensations messing up my mind a little more with each second that I could feel him delving in deeper inside me.

“You are never leaving me. There will be no escape from this life with me,” he gritted out. His words should scare me—and they did—but fuck, beneath all the fear and the rationality that Micah was fucking insane, there was this need brewing inside of that fucking hoped his words would be true.

He pushed in another inch.

Then another one, and the pleasure I had been feeling before gave way to the pain and more pain.

I pressed my palm on his chest and tried to push him away when tears stung my eyes.

He grabbed my hands and held them to his chest, keeping them still.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” he said, and it took me a moment to realize what he was saying.

I stilled and looked at him. “You know?”

I let out another hiss of pain when he pushed inside me further. Fuck, but I didn’t even think he was halfway in.

“That you’re a virgin?”

A hungry, possessive look entered his eyes.

I shivered and nodded.

“Yeah, I fucking know. And now, I’m gonna claim it. I’m gonna claim every piece of you, and what’s more, sweetheart, you want me to. Now wrap your legs around me.”

I wrapped my legs around him and hooked my feet over his ass.

He leaned down and kissed me fiercely just as he slammed all the way inside of me.

I screamed in his mouth as a pinching sensation took hold, and tears streamed down the side of my face.

Micah stilled once he was in all the way, his mouth moving over mine.

I pushed harder at his chest, but he was like a wall.

I turned my head to the side as a sob escaped.

“Shh,” he said, cupping my cheeks. “It’s over. The worst part is over.”

“It hurts,” I said.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m right here. Look at me.”

I looked at him, feeling my lips trembling as more tears fell. Only this time, I didn’t know if I was crying over the pain that was quickly abating or his sweetness.

Perhaps both.

I experimentally pushed my hips up, and Micah gritted his teeth. “Fuck me, baby, but I knew you would be like this.”

He grabbed my hips and quickly took control.

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