Page 18 of The Beast's Captive Bride
"Perfect," I breathe, overwhelmed by the trust she's showing me. "So fucking perfect."
I kiss my way down her body, worshipping each inch with lips and tongue and careful teeth. By the time I reach the juncture of her thighs, she's trembling, little gasps escaping her with each breath.
"Cullen," she says, uncertain but not afraid. "What are you?—"
"Shh." I press a kiss to her inner thigh. "Let me make you feel good first."
Before she can question further, I part her with my thumbs and taste her intimately. The sound she makes—half gasp, half moan—goes straight to my cock, already painfully hard. I lick into her slowly, reverently, learning what makes her shiver, what draws those sweet sounds from her throat.
Her hands find my hair, holding me to her as if afraid I'll stop. As if I could ever stop tasting her, this honeyed nectar that I've already become addicted to.
"Oh god," she breathes as I focus my attention on the bundle of nerves at her center. "Cullen, I'm—I can't?—"
"You can," I encourage her, sliding one finger carefully inside her tight heat. Christ, she's small. Too small for what's coming. "Let go for me, Amber. Let me feel you."
She's close—I can tell by the tension in her thighs, the way her internal muscles flutter around my finger. I curl it slightly, finding the spot that makes her back arch off the bed.
"That's it," I murmur against her. "Come for me, wife."
The word triggers something in her. With a cry that might be my name, she shatters, her body clenching around my finger as pleasure takes her. I work her through it gently, easing her down, preparing her for what comes next.
When she's boneless and panting, I move back up her body, kissing her deeply so she can taste herself on my tongue. Her hands roam my back, my shoulders, touching me with wonder.
"I didn't know," she says when I release her mouth. "I didn't know it could feel like that."
Pride surges through me—primitive, possessive pride that I'm the first to give her pleasure, the only one who ever will. "That's just the beginning."
I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance. She's wet from her orgasm, but still so small. I reach between us, using my fingers to spread her arousal, to make sure she's ready.
"This might hurt," I warn her, hating the necessity of it. "I'll go slow, but?—"
"I know." She cups my face in her hands, her expression solemn yet eager. "I want this. I want you."
I kiss her as I begin to push inside, swallowing her gasp as her body stretches to accommodate me. She's impossibly tight, impossibly hot, and it takes every ounce of my control not to thrust home in one stroke.
"Breathe," I instruct her, feeling her tense beneath me. "Relax for me, sweetheart."
She nods, taking a deep breath, and I feel her body yield slightly. I press forward again, gaining another inch, watching her face for any sign of true pain.
"More," she urges, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please, Cullen."
I give her what she asks for, pushing deeper, feeling the moment I reach her barrier. Her eyes widen, a small sound of discomfort escaping her.
"I've got you," I promise, kissing her deeply. "Trust me."
"I do," she whispers against my mouth.
With one smooth thrust, I break through, seating myself fully inside her. She cries out, her body rigid beneath mine, and I freeze, letting her adjust to the invasion, hating that I've caused her pain even if it was inevitable.
"I'm sorry," I murmur, pressing kisses to her eyelids, her cheeks, the corners of her mouth. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."
"Don't be." Her voice is strained, but her hands come up to thread through my hair, holding me close. "I'm yours now. Completely."
The words ignite something primal in me—mine, all mine—but I force myself to stillness, waiting for her body to relax around me. When she shifts her hips experimentally, I take it as permission to move.
I withdraw slightly, then push back in, setting a gentle rhythm that has her sighing against my throat. The discomfort fades from her expression, replaced by wonder, then pleasure as I angle my hips to hit the spot I know will make her see stars.
"Oh," she breathes, her legs coming up to wrap around my waist, changing the angle and taking me impossibly deeper. "Oh, Cullen."
