Page 46 of His Savage Ruin
"I need... I need more." Her voice breaks on the words, but there's honesty in it that wrecks me.
I slide two fingers inside her, and she's so tight I can barely manage it. Her cry tears through the room—surprise and pleasure and a hint of discomfort all tangled together. I hold still, letting her body adjust, watching her face for signs of pain.
"Breathe," I murmur. "Just breathe through it."
She does, chest heaving as she forces air in and out. Gradually, I feel her relax around my fingers, walls loosening enough that I can move without hurting her.
I work her slowly, curling my fingers to find that spot inside that makes her back arch off the bed. When I find it, her hands fly to my shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks I'll see tomorrow.
"That's it," I encourage, feeling her start to tighten around my fingers. "Let go for me, Alessia. Let me see you come apart."
My thumb finds her clit again, and I feel her inner walls clamp down on my fingers, contracting in waves. She cries out, voice breaking on my name, and her whole body arches off the bed. I feel each pulse of her orgasm, feel the rush of wetness coating my hand. The sight is so beautiful it nearly makes me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.
I don't stop. I keep moving my fingers, gentler now, drawing out her orgasm until she's shaking and gasping and trying to push my hand away because it's too much.
Only then do I withdraw, bringing my fingers to my mouth and tasting her arousal. She watches with wide eyes, lips parted, still trembling from the aftershocks.
"Sweet," I murmur, and watch her blush deepen. "I could spend hours between your thighs,principessa. Make you come so many times you forget your own name."
"Matteo..." She reaches for me, and I let her pull me down into a kiss, tasting herself on my tongue.
I break the kiss reluctantly, moving to remove the rest of my clothes. My belt hits the floor with a heavy thud. Trousers and boxers follow, and then I'm finally naked, my cock jutting hard and flushed between us.
Her eyes drop, and I watch her swallow hard.
"It's going to hurt at first," I warn her, though I want nothing more than to be inside her right now. "But I'll make it good. I promise you that. Do you trust me?"
Her eyes find mine again, and after a moment that feels like an eternity, she nods. "Yes."
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging wet heat. She tenses immediately, thighs trembling against my hips, and I can see fear starting to replace desire in her eyes.
"Look at me." I wait until her gaze locks onto mine, then press my forehead to hers so we're sharing breath. "Just breathe. I won't move until you're ready."
I push forward—slow, so fucking slow, I think I might die from the restraint required. Tight doesn't begin to describe it. She's gripping me like a vice, her body resisting the intrusion despite how wet she is from her orgasm.
Her gasp rips through me like a knife. "Matteo?—"
"I know,principessa. I know." I hold completely still, every muscle locked with effort. My cock throbs inside her, demanding I move, demanding I take what I want, but I won't. Not until she's ready. "Your body needs time to adjust. Breathe through the pain."
Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, and it takes everything I have not to pull out completely. But I can see in her face that she doesn't want me to stop—she wants this, wants me, even through the discomfort.
"That's it," I murmur as I feel her slowly relaxing around me. "You're doing so well. Taking me so perfectly."
I rock forward another inch, and she whimpers but doesn't tell me to stop. Her nails bite into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood, but the pain grounds me, keeps me moving slowly instead of giving in to the urge to thrust hard and deep. I want to break her so badly.
"Halfway there," I tell her, pressing kisses to her temple, her cheek, anywhere I can reach. "You're being so good for me,principessa. So brave."
Another shallow thrust. Then another. Each movement measured and controlled, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion. Until finally—finally—I'm buried to the hilt inside her, her virgin body stretched around me, claiming me as thoroughly as I'm claiming her.
"Fuck." The word escapes me as I hold completely still. She feels like nothing I've ever experienced—tight and hot and perfect. "You feel incredible. So perfect."
She's still trembling beneath me, adjusting to the fullness, and I give her all the time she needs. I press kisses to her face, her neck, her collarbone, murmuring praise against her skin while her body learns to accept mine.
Finally, she shifts her hips experimentally, and the friction makes us both groan.
"You can move," she whispers. "Please move."
I start slowly, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in with measured control. Each thrust is deliberate, angled to give her pleasure instead of just taking my own. And gradually, I feel the tension leaving her body, replaced by the beginnings of arousal.
