If every moment with Garrett felt like this, I didn’t want to go back to my current life.
I explored his chest with my free hand, feeling the course hairs through my fingers, his flat stomach rippled with muscles. He groaned as my hand continued to travel down, stopping just above his manhood, and his fingers massaged my buttock. Undoing his pants button, he yanked them down and kicked them off, holding me tightly. One of his hands slid around to my thigh, caressing the inside of it. Wetness pooled between my legs as he tortured my flesh slowly.
Gliding further, I found what I was looking for; his manhood, rock-hard and ready, and my mouth watered. I wanted to feel it against my mouth again, to listen to Garrett’s moans. It was erotic and stimulating, hearing him in the throes of passion.
His cock twitched as I ran my palm up and down the length of it. Sliding me down the wall, Garrett ripped the front of my dress. My own moans sounded against his lips as he continued the soft sensations he was shooting through my body. His kisses became more frantic and so did my fingers on his cock. I groaned, and he lowered his head to kiss my neck, ravishing it, like it would be the last thing he’d ever taste.
“I’m going to take you to my bed, Avie, and make you scream my name,” he said, sucking and tasting my flesh.
“No, right here,” I protested. “I want to be different. We aren’t normal people, Garr.”
He chuckled. “All right, my darling. Right here.” He pulled at my panties, and I helped him move them down to my knees, ripping the lace. “Now look what you’ve done,” he teased.
I smiled. “I hope this isn’t the last time we rip a pair of my garments.”
He shook his head. “We’ll be needing to get you a new wardrobe soon.” Cupping my bottom, he raised me up, my legs wrapping around his waist again.
He guided his hardness to my core, and I tensed. He continued to rub my clit, strumming it like an instrument, and my body began to relax. The back of my head rested along the wall as I arched into him, the shocks of pleasure pulsing through my core and body.
“Hmmm…shit,” I sighed, digging my fingers into his shoulders. My eyes began to roll to the back of my head, as he hit the same spot that sent waves of heat through my body.
“You look stunning like this,” he announced, keeping the perfect amount of pressure and movement on me. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, urging him to fill me. “I want the first time you come to be on my cock.”
Fuck.
Those words made me feel like I was going to shatter in a million pieces. Biting my bottom lip, I reveled in the sensation of tingles he was giving me.
He urged his cock closer to my entrance, as I tried to relax my body for him. He grunted softly, my dampness coating the tip of his erection. He pressed his forehead to mine, our air mingling.
“I’m going to try and do this slow,” he said, inching himself into me.
“I trust you.”
He pushed deeper inside, tearing at muscles until he hit my maidenhead. He rocked slowly, adjusting himself to fit me. I kissed his stubbled cheek, urging him to continue. Rocking my hips against him, I thrusted, strands of pain and irritation coming along with it.
His body became more urgent as he began to drive deeper. A jolt of pain pierced me, and I tightened my grip on his shoulders. He froze and held me close.
“I’m sorry,” he gritted out. “I lost control, and—”
“Don’t tell me that was it,” I taunted, my voice ragged.
“Far from it.” He beamed, slowly moving deeper, and then I felt a pain mixed with pleasure. The need to be taken overtook my senses. I wanted to belong to him; every inch, and every nerve, in my body. I started to rock against him, taking as much as I could. Garrett’s hands pressed firmly on my back and butt as he took the silent cue that I was ready.
His whole cock filled me, and it was indescribable. The world was still in that moment; nothing else mattered, no problems lingered.
It was just the two of us.
Garrett
Chapter 30
The woman of my dreams was pushed up against me on my bedroom wall. If this was a dream, I’d kill the person who woke me up. Ava’s red hair cascaded around her shoulders as she writhed in the pleasure I was giving to her. And there would never be another man who would get the gratification of this. I already decided that Ava was mine. After tonight, I’d never be able to free myself from her. She was my addiction, and I didn’t want to be cured of it.
I strove to take my time, to make this moment something that she daydreamed about in the future, to take her to my bed and lavish every inch of her body with my mouth and tongue.
But not my Avie.
She wanted things differently, and she was far from any woman I’d ever been with. She wanted her first time to be different than every maiden who had been taken before.
I visualized Ava as my wife. The thought didn’t scare me as much anymore. She’d be fully mine—body and soul—and I wanted both. Forever.
“I hope your dazing has something to do with me and not anything else,” Ava whispered, her green eyes filled with lust.
“All my dazing is about you,” I admitted. I quickened my pace, my cock filling her. Her breathing quickened as her legs widened for me as I thrusted everything I had in her. Seeing her like this was something I wanted every day. The way she looked at me, like she couldn’t be with anyone else, flipped something in me.
Ava moaned deeply, her eyes closed, and I reached down to play with her clit. I was going to finish any moment, and I wanted her to come with me. On me. I wanted to ride this high together.
“Garr…” she whimpered. “I’m going to…oh goodness…Garr.”
“Let go, my love. I want to feel you finish on me.” She opened her eyes and looked at me. I continued to torment her clit as her pussy squeezed me like a vice, and she groaned loudly, her fingers digging into my flesh. I pulled out of her quickly, my seed spilling out onto the floor.
I slowly set her down, still holding her weight. She rested her cheek on my chest, her warm mouth pressing a kiss there.
“That was wonderful,” she muttered, and I kissed the top of her head. It was more than that. The strong urge to let her know how strongly I felt for her overwhelmed me. I’d never felt this type of need for a woman before. It scared the shit out of me.
Wrapping my arm around her, I led her over to the fireplace to sit on the sofa while I cleaned up. A twinge of fear escaped me when I turned around to her looking into the fire, deep in thought. I hoped she didn’t regret this. I didn’t know if my pride could handle it.
Fuck, I didn’t know if my feelings could handle it.
Walking over to her, I sat on the ground in front of her, wrapping my arm around her legs.
“Are you having second thoughts?” I blurted.
She looked at me with furrowed brows. “Are you?”
I shook my head, gazing into her eyes. “I’d never regret anything with you.”
“Then how could I, when that was the most magical thing imaginable,” she stated. She placed a hand on my arm.
“You’ll only feel that with me. No one else will connect like that; it’s something rare.” I rubbed the back of her calf. “I only want to do that with you.”
She leaned toward me and kissed me lightly, stirring my cock again. Her cheeks were flushed, red hair disheveled; she looked like a fallen goddess.
“You better only want to do that with me, Cranfield,” she jeered, smiling.
∞∞∞
“There are more attacks on the townspeople,” John briefed, as he threw a stack of papers on my desk; letters from my guards that I placed in the small town. “One of our men is dead, two are gravely injured.”
“Son of a bitch,” I murmured, rubbing my forehead. I skimmed the reports. A band of about twenty men burned down more homes, raped six more women, and their livestock was slaughtered.