And I exhale slowly, trying to breathe through the pain. And he does it with me, encouragingly, for a minute.
“I love you, too, Bailey. You feel absolutely perfect,” he tells me as he goes a little deeper.
This is Jason Creed. The love of my life. And the look of ecstasy on his face as he finally hits the bottom of me makes the burn transcend into beauty.
I’m his.
A tear rolls down my face.
His. I belong to Jason.
I've been his all my life, since my earliest coherent cravings. I gravitated toward him; his pull was that strong.
But now in addition to him claiming me as his, I get to call him mine.
“You okay?” he asks, caressing my face.
I nod a little, but I hope he can see that I’m better than okay. So much better than that.
“Damn, you feel so fucking right,” he says.
And then the pain is back. Okay, so I was wrong. He wasn’t all the way in before, but now he’s gliding the rest of the way.
This look aimed at me is new. Elation surges through me as I realize that this new expression on Jase’s face is just mine. I have never seen it aimed at anyone else. Not in public and I somehow know for a fact that Jase has never looked at anybody else this way. This exquisite expression of love and adoration is mine. Just mine.
Yes, I’m his.
And he is absolutely mine.
I run my hands up and down his arms, hoping to show him with my actions that I’m okay.
He pulls back, almost all the way out, eyes coasting over my face to assess my wellbeing before he drives his hips forward, groaning, closing his eyes, mouth dropping open in the sexiest expression.
I grab his shoulders and heat envelopes me as Jase’s mouth descends upon mine, his tongue dipping inside as his erection hits a beautiful, never-before-touched bundle of nerves inside me.
“Oh!” I breathe. That feels incredible.
He moans and snaps his hips, rotating a little, making it feel like nerve endings I’ve only read about in the sauciest books I read are being born.
The pinching burn is still there, but there’s pleasure blended with it, too.
“Holy smokes,” I pant into his mouth.
“You ain’t felt nothin’ yet, soulmate,” he says against my lips, his elbow digging in beside my shoulder while his other hand cradles my jaw.
Sensations swirl through me as he moves in and out, slowly, over and over, ecstasy engraved into his features, his thumb caressing my cheekbone while he holds my jaw and my gaze.
The sensations between my legs climbs, higher and higher, making me pant and moan.
I’m holding his wrist with one hand, clenching the bedding and some rose petals with the other, feeling euphoric. He lookssexier than ever as he takes me with his muscles rippling, his face overtaken with expressions of pleasure. And my pain has subsided to the degree I think I’m ready for him to be less gentle.
At that thought, the fullness goes from insanely full to splitting me in two.
I jolt and we cry out at the same time.
I’m lost somewhere between pleasure and intense pain, when I realize what’s happening. I’m staring into Jase’s eyes while he has his very first knot.
And it’s vibrating. Jase’s knot vibrations are rattling every erogenous zone I have.