Page 11 of Broken Mountain Man

When she came, it was beautiful—her whole body locking up, her voice breaking on my name as she shattered around my tongue. But I didn’t stop. I worked her through it and beyond, until she was sobbing my name and pushing weakly at my shoulders.

“Elias, please,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”

That broke the last of my control.

I stood up, stripping off the rest of my clothes. Her eyes went wide when she got her first full look at me, and I saw a flicker of nervousness cross her face. I was a big man. I settled back on top of her, nudging my cock against her entrance. “I’ll go slow, baby. I promise. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“No, no.” She shook her head almost wildly. “I need you.”

Those three words almost undid me and what little control I was hanging on to. I pushed inside slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She was tight—so fucking tight it was almost painful—but she took me, inch by inch, until I was buried inside her.

“Fuck,” I ground out, forehead pressed against hers. “You feel incredible.”

I started to move—long, slow thrusts that had her gasping and clinging to my shoulders. Every stroke was perfect torture, her body gripping me like a velvet fist.

Her body welcomed mine and she looked at me like I was her whole world in this moment. I didn’t know if I’d ever felt like this before. To be wanted, to be needed like this. These past years of isolation had made me forget I was even capable of feeling this much.

“More,” she begged, lifting her hips to meet me. “Harder.”

“You want it rough, baby?” I asked, already knowing the answer from the way her eyes darkened.

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Please, Elias. I need—”

“I know what you need. You want my cock filling you up, don’t you, baby?”

I gave it to her—pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a rhythm that was hard and deep and exactly what we both craved. The headboard banged against the wall with each thrust.

“This what you needed?” I growled, one hand fisting in her hair while the other gripped her hip. “Someone to fuck you like you deserve?”

“Yes,” she cried, nails raking down my back. “God, yes.”

“That’s my girl. Take it. Take all of me.”

She came again, harder this time, her body clenching around me so tight it triggered my release. I followed seconds later with a harsh groan, burying myself deep as I emptied inside her.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked and tangled in my sheets.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke.

Then she lifted her head to look at me, hair wild, lips swollen from my kisses.

“Well, I think that beats learning wilderness survival skills.”

She giggled as I pulled her close and I couldn’t help but grin. “Stick with me, sweetheart, and I’ll teach you all the survival skills you need.”

She curled against my side, head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine like she was claiming me. The possessive gesture should have scared me. Should have made me want to pull away, protect myself, rebuild the walls I’d spent years constructing. Instead, it made something warm and dangerous unfurl in my chest. Something that felt suspiciously like hope.

“I’ve never...” she started, then stopped.

“Never what?”

“Never felt like that before. Never felt so...” She trailed off, like she couldn’t find the words.

“Alive?” I suggested, stroking her hair.

“Yes. Alive. Wild. Free.” She lifted her head again, meeting my eyes. “Like myself.”

I knew exactly what she was feeling because heaven help me, I was feeling it too. This wasn’t just about sex for her—it was about discovering who she really was underneath all the expectations and limitations others had placed on her.

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