But he kept up the exquisitely slow plunge. And then I could feel him pressing up against the barrier inside me. He seemed to hesitate, though his body thrummed with tightly strung energy.
“Please,” I begged shamelessly. I didn’t care about the stupid barrier. I wanted him inside me, filling me completely.
Reluctant acquiescence—for once, he didn’t want to hurt me. At least, not like this. But he got it over with quickly. One, hard thrust and he was through.
The pain of my tearing hymen seared through me, but it fizzled quickly. He was inside me, every bit of me filled with his cock.
He remained still for a moment—I think he was giving me time to adjust to him. But when I wriggled against him, letting him know I was ready, he withdrew, only to plunge back in. Thousands upon thousands of nerve endings. Sensations. A fire that burned bright, and brighter still every time he thrust inside me.
I needed to move with him, so I wrapped my legs around his hips, drawing him in deep and thrusting my hips up to meet him. I needed to touch him, but my hands were still pinned above my head. I tried to tug them free, but he held tight.
“What is it you want, Pet?” he gritted out between clenched teeth.
“I want to touch you. I want my hands on every part of you.” I was too caught up in the fast climb for embarrassment or modesty.
He released my hands and I reached out, running my fingers greedily over every inch of him I could.
His pace increased, and his sounds began to mingle with mine. Loud. Too loud, I thought vaguely, thinking of all the people passing by outside. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care if the whole world could hear us, or see us, just so long as Derek kept fucking me.
At some point, his pace had begun to lose its rhythm. Every thrust was frantic. Hard. Pounding into me and bringing me so close to the brink, I wasn’t going to be able to fight it back much longer.
And when he looked down at me, there was a wildfire blazing in his eyes, and something else too – something that was both fierce and tender. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hips thrust up to meet him one last time and I screamed out his name as tsunami-size waves of the most exquisite pleasure surged through my body.
“Oh fuck, Scar. Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he groaned then and I could feel him swelling deep inside me as pulse after pulse of his liquid heat began to fill me.
He stayed there inside me for a long time while the aftershocks of my orgasm continued to ripple through me. Eventually, he withdrew though, and I couldn’t believe how empty I felt. It was as if I’d been incomplete my whole life and finally, with him inside me, I’d been whole.
He laid down next to me and pulled me against his chest. I could hear his heart beating, and I knew it was a sound I would never tire of hearing. He was silent for so long that I began to think he’d fallen asleep, but then he spoke. And I wished he hadn’t.
“I have to go, Scar. And you need to be on that train tomorrow,” he said, and my world started to crumble.
“Don’t go.” It was all I could force out, but in those two words was every reason, every bit of feeling I had, every ounce of love that I felt for him. Yes—love. I was done denying it. It was what I felt, right or wrong.
“I have to go back there. I have to get rid of the body before anyone realizes he’s missing. If I don’t…”
“Then I’ll go with you. And I’ll help. And then we can leave—together.”
“No, we can’t.”
Suddenly I was tired of being told what I could and could not do. Maybe what we’d just done had banished the fear of him I’d still felt. Or maybe, in my post-orgasmic stupor, I wasn’t thinking straight. Whatever the reason, I refused to listen to him. Not in this. He could tell me to kneel, to crawl, to hand over my body and soul, and I’d do it. But he could not tell me we couldn’t be together.
The thought occurred to me that perhaps Derek didn’t want us to be together. That, while he couldn’t bring himself to sell me, he was otherwise happy in his life without me. But no, if I was being honest, and not letting doubt and worry reign supreme, I could clearly see that he did want me. Something had changed in him since that first day, and he wanted what I could offer more than anything he’d ever had before.
And if I was wrong, too fucking bad.