Page 67 of Ravage God
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered softly against my head, pressing gentle kisses along my jaw. “Just breathe.”
I took in a deep breath and let it out. His eyes shone with approval, causing a sense of satisfaction to spread through me. I wanted his approval badly, even if I knew it was a stupid thing to want.
He pushed in another inch, and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips. I tried to breathe, but it wasn’t working. There was just so much going on and… it was a stretch unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
He pushed in all the way.
I tensed when I felt that pressure as he settled inside me, the burn returning. Tears pricked at my eyes. I didn’t know if I could handle it.
“Elio.”
“I got you,” he cooed softly. “I got you. Look at me.”
I shook my head and clenched my eyes shut.
“Baby,” he coaxed. I felt his lips all over my face.
It took a moment for me to adjust to his size.
God, he was just too big. And I was feeling too much.
He gently pushed aside some of the hair that had fallen over my face and waited patiently for me to open my eyes. The first thing I saw when I did was those honey-brown eyes of his.
He didn’t say or do anything. Just held still, waiting for me to adjust.
The burn wasn’t so bad, now that I thought about it.
I gently clenched down on him. He let out a sharp hiss of air between his teeth. “Fuck, baby. You’re killing me.”
“I am?” I asked.
I did it again, loving the way his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head from the move, and the soft groan coming from his lips. I did that.
Me.
I felt so powerful then. I didn’t want it to end.
And suddenly, there was a feeling of urgency that hit me. I wanted him to fuck me.
I wrapped my legs around his trim waist, pulling him in closer to me.
He looked at me and began to move his hips. The first thrust from him nearly sent me spiraling.
Oh. My.Fucking.God.
My fingernails dug into the skin on his shoulder, urging him on.
He didn't disappoint. His hips never lost momentum. If anything, the thrusts seemed to be coming faster and harder and more brutally.
I threw my head from side to side on the pillow, our moans filling the room.
“Feel good, baby?” he asked me through gritted teeth.
I could only nod.
I felt him move back far enough to slap the side of my breast. The sting stole my attention, and I looked at him.
“Answer me, baby. Does it feel good?”
