The thought filled her with confusion. Surely she didn’t want this, did she? Didn’t want to be held and taken in this intimate way. Maybe it was because it was Keer who was doing it, who was filling her where she’d never allowed any man to fill her before.
“Hold still and try to relax.” Warm, soothing hands stroked her back as though he were trying to gentle a wild animal. “Just let me get all the way into you, Tabitha. It’s going to be easier once you’re used to having me here.”
“Never…get used to…this,” she panted as he pressed yet more of his thickness inside her. To give him credit, he was obviously trying to be gentle but she could feel herself stretching just the same. Waves of shame and desire washed over her as the pain-pleasure spiked inside her. She was on the ragged edge of having more than she could bear but he was more than halfway into her now. There was no stopping him, she realized. No keeping him from holding her down and fucking her ass until he came deep inside her. Wiggling and trying to get loose weren’t going to do her a bit of good. But knowing that didn’t help—the sensations as he slid into her were so intense she couldn’t help trying to get away from them. She’d never been one to submit in any situation—she was a fighter. And despite promising to trust him and let him do what was necessary, she couldn’t help fighting to get him out of her.
“Relax.” His voice was ragged as she bucked under him. “Relax and let me in, Tabitha.” As he spoke the final fraction of his cock slid home inside her. Tabitha knew because she could feel his trim, muscular hips flush with her buttocks.
God, can’t believe he’s all the way in me. In me so deep! She was stretched tight around him, filled to the limit and beyond and she didn’t think she could take another inch. But just as she was beginning to feel relief, she remembered what had happened when he was filling her pussy. He’d been perfectly slow and gentle until he got all the way in—then he’d fucked her to within an inch of her life. Tabitha’s anxiety climbed a notch—she didn’t think she could take that again. Not when he was filling her ass instead of her pussy. Could she really trust him to remain gentle? She froze under him, wondering what was coming next.
Keer felt the tension in the slim body under his and heard her muffled moans as he entered her. He knew Tabitha was trying to submit to him, trying to trust him, but each soft sound from her lips tore at his heart. He wished there was any other way to free her from the damn love knots, wished it with his entire being. But there wasn’t. And he couldn’t let her go through life in bondage. Even if she resented him for this forever, and he was fairly sure she would, he had to do it. Had to get rid of the last of the love honey the only way he could—by coming inside her.
She moaned softly and twisted under him, still trying to get free despite the way he had her tied and pinned, spread and helpless beneath him. It tore at his heart to watch her struggles and know he was the cause of them. There was no chance of winning her heart now, not when he was invading her body. Just because she had agreed to submit to this didn’t mean she wanted it. Keer didn’t want it himself, would rather have suffered the agony of a thousand horrible deaths than inflict this on the woman he now knew he loved. But what else could he do?
He didn’t have time to answer the question because his pleasure was already rising. Her slick inner walls were caressing him like a velvet glove, stimulating him to orgasm almost before he’d stroked into her more than twice.
Keer didn’t try to hold back. With relief he let himself go, pressing into her as deeply as he could, trying to be sure his cum would finally erase all traces of the love honey once and for all.
She trembled under him as he flooded her, her slender body shaking, no doubt with fear and anxiety. Keer felt his heart beat painfully in his chest. She would hate him forever now. And he would want her until the end of time.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured again as the clenching in his lower body finally ceased. “Did I hurt you?” It seemed like a stupid question but he had to ask, had to know the worst.
Tabitha pressed her face into the pillow, refusing to look at him. “Not as much as I thought. It was scary and embarrassing but I guess I’m still here.” Her voice was muffled, her tone still vaguely defiant. But the brokenness under her brave front filled him with shame.