Page 28 of Decked By The Grumpy Golem
Her laugh is soft, breathless, full of something that sounds like affection.
"Oh, you sweet man. That's not how it works." Her thumbs stroke over my cheekbones, and I open my eyes to find her smiling at me with infinite tenderness. "That was because I was a virgin. It won't hurt now, not if you go slow."
The relief that floods through me is so intense it's almost painful. I nod, not trusting my voice, and let gravity guide me forward. The head of my cock slides against her wetness, and the sensation makes me bite back a groan.
Then I'm inside her. Just the tip, but the heat and tightness of her body around me is overwhelming. My vision goes white at the edges,and I have to shut my eyes and stop breathing for a moment just to maintain control.
"Breathe," she murmurs against my ear, her hands stroking down my back. "It's okay. Just breathe."
I force air into my lungs and push deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until I'm fully seated inside her. The feeling is indescribable, like coming home and falling apart at the same time. She's so tight, so perfect, molding around me like she was made for this. Made for me.
Of course, she was. She’s my mate. The only woman for me.
"Fuck," I gasp, my whole body shaking with the effort of staying still. "Lucia, you feel so good."
"You too," she whispers, rolling her hips experimentally. The movement sends sparks shooting up my spine, and I have to grip the sheets to keep from losing control completely and pounding into her like a savage. "Move, Gideon. Please."
I start slowly, carefully, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But there's nothing but pleasure there, her lips parted and her eyes dark with desire. She meets each of my thrusts with a soft moan that drives me closer to the edge of sanity.
"Does it hurt?" I ask, my voice strained.
"No," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "God, no. It feels incredible. You feel incredible." Then, with a flash of that familiar fire in her eyes, she adds, "Now stop being so careful and just fuck me already."
The words shatter what's left of my restraint. I pull back and thrust deep, drawing a cry from her lips that's pure pleasure. She arches beneath me, her body accepting mine with an eagerness that makes my head spin.
I set a rhythm then, strong and steady, losing myself in the slide of skin against skin and the symphony of sounds she makes. Her moans grow urgent, desperate, and I can feel her inner muscles starting to flutter around my shaft.
"That's it," I growl against her throat, my hips moving faster now. "Come for me again. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock."
She throws her head back and screams my name as her orgasm rolls over her, her pussy clenching around me so tight I see stars. The sight of her pleasure, the feel of her body gripping mine, breaks the last thread of my control.
I roar as I stand, lifting her with me, her legs wrapping around my waist as I hold her against me. This position drives me deeper inside her body, and the new angle makes her cry out again, her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust.
The pressure builds at the base of my spine, in my balls, everywhere. My vision goes dark at the edges as I feel my release approaching like a pressure building inside me, inevitable as the tide.
"Lucia," I gasp, my voice barely human. "I'm going to—"
"Yes," she breathes against my neck. "Fill me up. I want all of you."
I come with a roar that probably wakes half the county, my release flooding into her in hot pulses that seem to go on forever. The intensity of it triggers another orgasm for her, and she screams again, her body convulsing around mine as we ride out the waves together.
Afterward, I lower her gently to the bed, my legs shaking from the effort. I tuck her under the heavy comforter, then curve my large body around hers protectively, pulling her back against my chest. She fits perfectly in the circle of my arms, like she was made to be there.
She snuggles deeper into my heat, her breathing gradually evening out as exhaustion takes hold. I know the exact moment she falls asleep, when her body goes completely lax against mine and her breathing becomes deep and regular.
And whatever part of me that still had doubt vanishes like it never existed.
This is it. This is everything I've ever wanted, ever needed. She's my mate. My heart. My home.
And I'm never letting her go again.
I press a soft kiss to her hair, breathing in the vanilla scent that's haunted my dreams for a decade. Outside, the storm rages on, but in here, wrapped around Lucia, I've never felt more at peace.
But as I drift off, a nagging worry tugs at the edge of my consciousness. What happens when the storm passes?
Chapter Thirteen
Lucia
