Page 61 of The Lightkeeper

“I’m going to come,” I breathed, my eyes rolling backward at the next stroke of his finger.Another stroke, and the hunger of my orgasm started to sink its teeth into my body.

I held my breath, waiting for the next touch that would let it devour me, waiting for the exquisite relief that release would bring. I waited right on the brink, and then his hand disappeared, sending my senses tumbling back down.

“Not yet,” Kit cooed as I tried to catch my breath. Slowly, I watched him bring his fingers to his mouth and suck them clean, staring at me the whole time. I knew what he saw. Flush cheeks. Parted lips. Desire-drunk eyes.

“I need you,” I murmured, unashamed.

His jaw tensed. “Aurora?—”

“I need you, Kit. Please.”

There was no thinking. No stopping.No warning.

In an instant, I was on my back on the bed, my skirt and underwear nothing more than a flutter of colorful fabric floating to the floor. I gasped in a breath in the same amount of time it took for him to undo his pants and shove them below his cock—the thick, straining length seeming even larger than before.

I reminded myself that I’d fit him—or part of him—in my mouth. Promised myself that he was going to fit and I wasn’t going to be torn apart. But before I could believe all my rationalizations,he was there—the blunt tip that I’d licked and sucked,memorized with teeth and tongue, was pressed to the seam of my core, my slickness letting him sink inside.

“Fuck,you’re so wet for me. So needy for my cock. I can’t—”Kit swore like a man who’d lost his grip on the shore, the waves of want dragging him into the deep, and then he plunged inside me. Fully. Irrevocably. With a single stroke.

It was only the slight prick of discomfort that reminded me of the truth I’d forgotten in my desperation to feel him—that I was a virgin.

Explanations and apologies charged to the tip of my tongue. I’d forgotten. Sort of. Not really, but it just didn’t matter. My virginity wasn’t a variable I wanted included in the equation. It didn’t even hurt anymore; there was… too much of him to hurt. I’d thought fitting him in my mouth was a feat, but this… my body felt stretched to the seams. Stuffed and full in a way I’d never felt before—in a way that made me realize how empty I’d feel without him.

I dragged my eyes slowly upward, drinking in the sight of his taut abdomen and muscled chest. The delicious smattering of hair that darkened his golden skin. The cords of his neck drawn so tight, I could see every beat of his pulse slam against the skin. And his face… his face was equally strained, but his eyes… his eyes bored into mine with an intensity I felt all the way to my bones.

Air dumped into my lungs.He knew.It was the only reason he looked like he did—like he was on the verge of exploding.I had to explain.

“Kit—” I wiggled.

“Don’t,” he ordered and grabbed my hips so tight, I knew I’d find shadows of his fingerprints on my skin tomorrow morning. “Don’t move.”

My mouth parted. Was something wrong? Had I done something wrong?Aside from not telling him that this was my first time.

“You’re so fucking tight, Aurora,” he ground out, and I could almost believe it was a bad thing.Almost.“Fuck,”he swore again.

“I don’t understand…” My throat bobbed.

His glare sharpened, and he forced an exhale through his drawn lips. “You’re so fucking hot and wet and tight around me…” He took a slow inhale, his eyes squeezing for a second. “I haven’t done this… in a decade. And your sweet little pussy feels so fucking good…” Another groan interrupted from the depths of his chest. “So fucking good that if I move—if you move—I’m going to come.”

Understanding hit me like a spark to kindling. It wasn’t me—he hadn’t stopped because I was a virgin.

“So… it’s good?”

“Too good. Too fucking good, sea star.” He breathed out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “I’m so hard… so close… I’m fucking leaking inside you. Dripping cum because I’m so damn close to bursting.”

I shivered, my skin pebbling with desire. Here I was, the virgin, and he was the one hardly able to control himself. Years of pent-up sexual longing hauling him to the brink of sanity and control.

Meanwhile, I had years of wondering—of knowing in theory what this was supposed to be like. Testing it a few times with various toys. But it never felt like this. Firm silicone was an entirely different sensation than this hard, heavy flesh that stretched me to the point of splitting.

“Christ,” he groaned, and I felt his cock pulse inside me, the sensation so strange and delicious at the same time.

“Kit—”

“Weeks,” he snapped, holding me steady. “Weeks I’ve dreamed of nothing else but sinking my cock inside you. Every time my fingers… my tongue… touched you… tasted you… I’ve wanted this. Every time I fucked your mouth—stuffed myself down your throat—I thought about this, but it’s nothing—fuck,” he swore when my inner muscles flexed around him, fury glinting in his eyes.

I sucked in a breath. I hadn’t meant to do it, my body was just responding—wantingmore.

“I’m sorry?—”

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