My stomach hurt, the wounds there pulling. I ignored it and ground my hips in a slow circle, sinking into Embry’s expert touch, letting him work that magic inside me, coaxing me open so fluidly I didn’t really notice him gripping my pelvis and shifting me onto my side, bending my leg to my belly.
It exposed me more, and Embry went to town with his moutheverywhere.
Rimming me.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I wasn’t ready for that. Nowhere close. I made a sound I couldn’t calibrate and my fingers scrabbled for purchase on the rug we’d fucked on too many times to count. “Em. Fuck.”
He hummed against me, squeezing my dick with one hand, the fingers of the other still working inside me in tandem with whatever he was doing with his tongue.
I stopped being able to quantify what was happening to me, the aches and pains in my body kept at bay by a frantic pressure I’d seen inhimbefore, when I’d wound him up enough to need me like I needed him right now. I couldn’t think. I couldn’tbreathe. As release steamed towards me, I could only fucking surrender and pray I made it out alive.
Tension built in my nerves, in my gut, in my spine. Sweat coated my skin. But just when I thought I’d combust, Embry eased off, turning down the volume.
He didn’t stop, though. He gave me a second to regroup, then he was on me again, over and over, until I thought I’d have a fucking heart attack. And maybe that was his plan. To kill me so he didn’t have to fuck me. Or maybe the stories I’d heard about him yesterday were true.
Of course they were fucking true.
He had me in pieces and I loved it. Imournedthat I’d never been this broken by him before.
I missed his face, I realised, but he was way ahead of me, and I found myself on my back again. Found him naked and nearly between my legs, his cock as hard and demanding as mine.
He pressed a lube bottle into my shaky hand. “I want you to do it.”
Command laced his tone.
Another shiver rattled me and I poured lube into my palm, warming it before I smoothed it over Embry’s twitching cock. My husband’s cock. How the fuck had my miserable life amounted to a moment as perfect as this?
Embry took my wrist and pinned my hand over my head, his thighs pressed to mine as he stared down at me again. “This is going to hurt.”
“Nothing hurts forever, cielito.”
His gaze flared. “You’re wiser than you’ll ever know.”
Not as wise as him. As Saint. As Folk. As Alexei. Viktor, even. But our brothers, old and new, were the last thing on my mind as the energy pulsing between us traversed the unknown.
Embry lined us up and eased just the tip of him inside me, pressing so gently I thought this shit would be a breeze, making space for himself with each slow slide in and out, warming me up, stretching me, each push going deeper.
Deeper.
He hit a spot that sparked raw pain and rubbed my chest. “Breathe.”
I obeyed, dizzy for a whole new reason—a better one.
The sting faded.
Embry pushed harder and we danced again, each time claiming a new piece of me until he filled me to the brim and my body went into literal shock.
I could not stop fucking shaking.
Embry held himself up on one strong arm, his free hand rubbing my chest again. He didn’t speak. What was there to say? He knew it hurt—knew that pain, all of it. Knew it would fade into something so fucking good.
So. Fucking. Good.
Sensation began to lick at me, blooming where Embry was buried so deep inside me.