Page 36 of Saved by Him

My eyelids fluttered as he pressed the tip of his finger against the ring of muscle and pushed. The familiar burn made me squirm, but Jalen didn’t stop. He moved his finger in and out, twisting it until I became used to the sensation. I moaned as he added a second finger, turning burn into pain. A bearable pain that I knew would eventually bring me pleasure. He repeated the same twisting strokes, spreading his fingers on every other thrust.

“You can let go now,” he said when he finally removed his fingers.

My legs dropped to either side, muscles quivering. He was hard again, and as I watched, he coated his cock with the same liquid he’d used on my ass. He leaned over me and took a nipple between his lips. He sucked on it with long, steady pulls that sent bright bursts of light across my nerves.

I ran my hands up his arms, tracing each muscle as I went. I felt the strength in them, the power, and marveled at the man above me. My palms skimmed across his broad shoulders and up his neck until I buried my fingers in his hair, held his head to my breast. A hand moved between my legs, thumb stroking my clit until I’d almost forgotten what he’d been preparing me for.

Then he raised his head, his heated gaze on my face, and I remembered. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my ass, and I tensed.

“Relax,” he said softly. “Just look at me and relax.”

As contradictory as it seemed, I forced myself to simply let go, then groaned as my body yielded to him as his cock pushed inside. I curled my fingers, my nails biting into his shoulder even as he went deeper. The sounds the fell from my lips were little more than noise, mewls, and gasps that joined the curses Jalen gave with each inch he moved forward.

He sank the last bit and held there, his body shaking against mine. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clinging to his body even as mine struggled to decide what it wanted. I’d never been so full, so overwhelmed with all the sensations my brain was trying to process. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but I didn’t ask him to stop. I wanted everything he could give me, even if I couldn’t bear it.

I cried out as he rocked against me, even that slight movement sending another burst of pain and pleasure through me.

He stilled immediately. “Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head. “No. Please, J. Keep going.”

I rolled my hips, gasping as I moved. And then he was moving too, our bodies gradually coming together at first, then with more purpose as we adjusted to the new way we fit together. His mouth came down on mine, teeth harsh and bruising against my lips. I would be sore tomorrow, but all I wanted him to do was hold me tighter, fuck me harder, be rougher. I wanted him to mark me indelibly, make me his.

Because I was his.

I’d told him before that I loved him, and that had been as true then as it was now, but this was beyond love. It was the need to belong. Not to a place or to a family, but to him. To belong to him and him to me.

The thoughts came with startling clarity, exploding into my mind even as I came. I didn’t know what it meant, but I’d think about it later. Right now, I was too full of everything else that was him, and something had to give. So I gave myself.

Completely and totally, holding nothing back.

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