Page 65 of My Revenant
Dex grabbed the condoms and the lube from where they were scattered further down on the bed, his arm swiping everything else onto the floor for good measure before he was over me again. “I’ll take care of you,” he told me.
“I know,” I answered, and I did know.
I parted my legs for him, seeking his lips again when my stomach twisted with nerves. And he gave them to me, kissing me so deeply I couldn’t think as his slick fingers pressed at my crease, finding my hole, circling it. I tensed on instinct.
“Shhh… it’s okay, Rabbit. Open for me. I won’t hurt you.”
I nodded, forgetting how to breathe as I claimed his lips again, harder, desperately, in need of a distraction that he granted me by taking my bottom lip in his teeth and tugging on it. I groaned. His finger slipped inside me.
“That’s it.” Words spoken against my lips as he sank deeper. “Let me in.”
It felt strange, neither pleasant nor unpleasant, until his lips found my neck again. His teeth traced my skin and then sank in. I cried out, turning my head to give him better access. He bit me again.
“You like that, don’t you? I’m going to mark you up, Rabbit.”
“Do it, then,” I gasped out, and he did, teeth sinking into my flesh in a way that hurt and soothed simultaneously.
As he sucked a bruise into my skin, his finger pressed deeper, searching, stretching, until he withdrew it to press in two. He bit a second mark on my neck, harder than the first, successfully distracting me again.
Then he touched something inside me, like a bolt of lightning pleasure to my core. “Fuck!” I cried out. Dex did it again, over andover, and I broke apart under him. Moaning and writhing. Melting under his teeth, around his fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
I nodded frantically, because I wasn’t capable of speaking, especially not when he added another finger and I felt so fucking full. “More. Want you. Please,” I begged. Because I was feeling too much, and I didn’t want to come undone until I had him inside me properly.
He listened, slipping his fingers free, and even though he needed to in order to give me what I wanted, I still whimpered at the loss of them.
I was impatient as Dex opened the box of condoms, pulling one free and rolling it down his hard length, so much thicker than his fingers, and I already knew it would feel even better. Already dreaded how empty I’d feel without it afterwards.
“Relax for me, baby,” he said after he’d applied more lube, lining himself up until I could feel the pressure of him where his fingers had just been.
“Bite me again,” I demanded, needing the distraction, needing the pain, the feeling of possession from him. He gave it to me, biting me hard enough that it stung as he pressed inside. Pressure that burned as he sank deeper.
Then he was inside me fully. His tongue licked an apology over my skin before his lips found mine again. “Alright?” he asked, pressing his forehead against mine.
“Yes,” I whispered, still adjusting to him as the burn faded.
“You feel so good.” His voice was strained. “So fucking perfect for me, Rabbit.”
I made a pathetic sound in response, but I didn’t even care as my hands smoothed over the skin of his back, where I’d clawed him without even realizing it.
Dex kissed along my neck and jaw softly, letting me get used to him until the burn was nothing compared to the urgency that hadn’t faded with our joining.
“More,” I said. He found my lips again, kissing me as I felt him shift, his hips rolling as he pulled out of me and pushed back in. I whimpered, “More.”
He did it again, and again, until the roll of his hips turned into thrusts, and with each one I cried out and clung to him harder. That pleasure was back, his cock pressing against that sweet spot inside me every time his hips met mine.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t exist beyond this. Just his body and mine and the sounds we made together. Louder, harder, faster. Until I broke, convulsing beneath him in pleasure as I came harder than I ever had before, without even touching my dick.
Dex was grunting as his thrusts picked up speed, using my oversensitive body to take his own pleasure. Sweat coated his skin. Then he groaned loudly, his hips stilling deep inside me as he came. “Fuck,” he panted.
“Fuck,” I whispered back in response.
His lips found mine, a kiss that was gentle and affectionate, and after what we’d just done… the softness of it made my eyes prickle with heat and my vision blur as I opened them. And suddenly I was crying.
“I’m sorry,” I sniffed, trying to get myself to stop, but the tears wouldn’t listen.
“What for?” Dex asked me gently. A hand cupped my cheek.
