Page 73 of All Superheroes Need PR
I come to in time to feel the beast prowling up my body. He settles his weight onto me, still wearing sweats three sizes too small, though that hardly feels like it’s making any difference. I’m not moving at all, not doing anything as he starts to kiss my neck, my collarbones.
I’m still in shock, smiling and laughing lightly, as he makes it to my breasts. He lavishes each one in turn, squeezing them gently in hispalms. Pointy sharp, charcoal gray, and a quarter inch long, his claws look so dramatic against my human skin, but as I watch him worship my body, I feel no fear of them or of him.
Finally I find my hands. I touch the top of his head, almost afraid to at first; I don’t want the spell to break. But he makes a satisfied sound, somewhere between a grunt and a moan, and I do it again, carding my fingers through his thick strands, surprised by the texture. His hair is so glossy and thick, like oil, softer than the finest sand. I’ve never felt a hair texture like it and massage all the way through it, down his neck, over his heavily muscled shoulders. I didn’t realize how stacked they were until I watched the muscles bulge along his neck and upper arms.
Emotion makes my mouth feel thick with words unspoken and my chest light with breaths I don’t take. “Thank you for coming for me, Rollo. And thank you for what you did. And for sticking up for me to Mr. Singkham ... though you were kidding, right, about killing him?”
“Yeah.” He’s still lightly kissing my chest, and I don’t know if he’s listening to me at all.
I tug his hair and scoff. “Roland!”
He growls, grabs my hand, and presses it to the mattress. He grabs my other hand and does the same thing with it, anchoring both hands next to my ears. From there, he stares between my eyes. “You think I’m doing all this out of the kindness of my heart?” He makes a growling sound in the back of his throat and then rolls his hips down into mine. His cock is hot against my skin. I spread my legs a little wider. I just need him to line himself up and then ... my God ... why is he waiting?
“Because I am.” He leans in and sucks hard on my throat. The pleasure shoots down the left side of my body and is so intense I almost miss it as he whispers, “I love you.”
I gasp his name, and he pulls up, kisses me hard, then gives me a little more space to flounder. Lost. The past two days’ events have been insane, but this might be the most intense moment for me of them all. And the bastard doesn’t go easy on me either. He doesn’t wait. He chooses that moment to reach between our bodies. “You trust me?”
I nod.
“Use your words.”
“I trust you, Rollo.”
He kisses the tip of my chin and then my cheek, around my bruises and my butterfly bandage. “Good. Because I’m gonna fuck you now.” He slides his hand beneath my lower back. From hip to hip, his hand is so massive, it almost covers me completely. “Christ. Wanted to feast all day, but I’m sorry, Nessa,” he says, lining himself up with my opening without moving his other hand from my cheek. “Can’t wait.” His words have sobered me now. I’m feeling nervous. Overwhelmed. “You feel me shaking?”
I shake my head. “I thought it was just me.”
Rollo’s pinched features relax when I speak. He shoves the waistband of his pants down, and I feel him shift his legs, kicking his sweats free. I’m already completely naked—have been since we stumbled up and through the front door, making out in my hallway until Rollo swept my legs, carried me up the stairs, threw me on the bed, ate out my pussy, and now ... here we are ...
The Wyvern stares down at me with eyes that are white-hot, the ghost of a smile on his lips, the massive head of his cock prodding at my entrance. “You ready?”
I nod like a madwoman, sparing myself no embarrassment, but that’s also ... okay. He’s seen it all—me at my best, worst, and then worse still—and he hasn’t run away.
“I fucking love you,” he says, and once again he moves before I can grab hold of the words, spread them out, and decipher their meaning. He pushes inside of me.
“Holy shit!” I cry out.
Rollo releases a short laugh and then a deeper moan as he thrusts, holding once the head of his cock is fully sheathed. My mouth opens on a gasp. It doesn’t hurt, but the pressure surprises me. I’ve had sex before, but that was a really long time ago—not since college—and I’vehad vibrators ... but I haven’t used a dildo ... so this is a lot for me. The physical pressure is only one part.
“Breathe.”
I exhale shakily, my eyes blurring. His face is doing something stupid. He’s smiling at me a little while his eyebrows are drawn together all concerned. “Nessa, quit it. If you make me emotional right now ...” He clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth. “I need to concentrate.” His claws alight onto my ribs threateningly yet carefully avoid the scratches on my outer hips.
“You’re not being very nice,” I say, squeezing the emotion down hard. His face drops forward against my left shoulder while his hand on my ribs travels up to squeeze my breast and then my neck.
He pushes inside of me a little farther and grunts, “No, I’m not.” And as his hand hovers over the place where my heart so frantically beats, we both know he’s not talking about the sex. “There’s no retreat,” he grunts and pushes another few inches inside of me.
“Roland, oh my God,” I gasp, lifting my hips, circling my arms around his shoulders, and squeezing him everywhere with every piece of me. In his ear, I whisper, “Baby, fuck me.”
He laughs into the shadow of my hair. “Thought that’s what I was doing.”
“Harder, Rollo. Please. I need ...” My fingers dig into the skin of his shoulder blades. “Ohh!”
He bottoms out, and I lose control. I buck my hips, wanting harder, faster, more. I lift my head and find his temple with my lips. I kiss him softly, but it’s enough for his neck to snap up and for him to wrap his hand around my throat and melt into my lips. He kisses me gently at first, moving delicately around my butterfly stitch, but as his urgency picks up, so does the rhythm of his hips.
“Fuck, Nessa. The feel of you ... I could stay here forever.”
And I know what he means. I’m flying away on a spaceship, going to faraway places I’ve never been. The pressure is there, but it’s starting to transition from something scary to something incredible, and itchanges with each position he puts me in. Sitting up on his heels, he drapes my calves over his shoulders.
