Page 336 of Eternal
“Shit… I’m sorry,” I breathed, panic creeping in.
He pressed a soft kiss to my neck, his hand steady on my hip. “Partner, it’s okay. It’sme.Just breathe.” His fingers stayed still for a moment. “Don’t push yourself. Let me know when you’re ready.”
I bit my lip, nodding against his skin, trying to calm me down.
He leaned in close, voice rough but gentle. “You’re safe here. I’ve got you.”
Slowly, he moved his fingers again, sliding them deeper. I gasped again, but this time it was different.
He smiled softly. “See? You can feel it now.”
He wasn’t rough, he was just watching, memorizing.
“Relax,” he whispered, breathing hot against my skin. “It’s just us.”
His forehead pressed to mine, his fingers moving deeper in time with the grinding rhythm of his cock against me.
“I want to see how deep I can go,” he murmured.
I moaned quietly, raw and open under him.
“Still warm,” he said, voice possessive. “Stillmine.”
He slid his fingers slowly out from inside me, wet and trembling, then didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before pushing his cock deeper. The thick, hard length filled me fully, pressing hard against every sensitive inch, and he chuckled low, rough with satisfaction.
“Feels damn good to be inside you again,” he murmured, “Now kiss me,Azra.”
His lips moved to my collarbone, teeth grazing gently before biting down just enough to make me hiss. One hand tangled in my wet hair, pulling my face up to his, while the other reached into his pocket and pulled out a cold, hard knife. The blade glinted in the soft car light, but it was the handle he pressed next, icy and solid, right against my clit.
My lip stung beneath my teeth as I held back a sob, pleasure blooming so fiercely inside me it felt like breaking.
“I said,kiss me.”
I leaned again, and did it and he kissed me back, tenderly. Like he wasn't pressing a knife handle between my thighs. Like he wasn’t fucking me so hard I could feel him like he was a part of me.
His fingers tightened around the tie behind my wrists, pulling my arms back, stretching me wide, making me feel utterly exposed and completely his.
He grinned darkly, kissing me. Tongue, sucking, biting, I can’t tell which comes first.
“This one’s for you. The same knife I used to kill the fucker who messed with you. So… am I a good partner for using this to make you come?”
I shivered, the cold handle digging into me, shooting ice through every nerve while his cock stayed buried deep, burning me from the inside out.
His free hand traveled over my back, rough fingertips tracing my spine, squeezing the soft flesh of my hips, while the firm press of the knife handle ground against my clit.
He was relentless, pounding into me hard now, each thrust driving deeper and faster, the slick sound of skin on skin, of wetness pooling between us filling the car.
I could feel the sun rising, the heat of it on us, but I could only focus on his breathing, on the sounds I was making. On how safeand good it felt. On how it never hurt, not once, not in a bad way, not like it did before.
His mouth moved to my breast, teeth biting down roughly on my nipple, then his tongue flicked over the spot, tasting me, marking me as his saliva dripped warm and slick.
I bit my lip, muscles trembling, wanting more.
My body tensed, trying to hold on to whatever control I could.
“Just like that,” he exhaled low, hips driving hard and steady. His hand slid down, grabbing my thigh, kneading, squeezing, dragging me impossibly close.
I was torn apart between ice and fire, pleasure and pain, a touch that felt both like a torment and a comfort.
