I wrap my hand around it, marveling at the size, the weight, the silky heat of it against my palm. He's so fucking big he's going to split me in two.
He jerks against my touch, hissing out a breath, his eyes fluttering shut. "God, Evie. Fuck. Don't stop."
I stroke him, slow at first, then harder, loving the way his hips thrust into my hand. He shudders and bites my lip, groaning like I'm wrecking him this time.
"Evie," he groans, his voice all thunder and praise. "You're killing me. You want it?"
"Yes, please," I gasp, squeezing him.
He twitches in my hand, his eyes going darker than I've ever seen, and then he pulls away slightly, his cock falling from my hand.
Before I can miss the feel of it against my palm, he presses the blunt head against my opening, still watching my face, and lifts my thigh over his hip. My whole body strains up to meet him, my breath stalling in my throat.
He slides in, inch by perfect inch, his jaw locked and his breath ragged. I arch my back, gasping at the stretch and the fullness, every nerve ending splintering to life.
I feel him everywhere, thick and hot and perfect.
He bottoms out with a deep, shuddering groan, his hands braced on either side of my head. For a second, he just lingers there, buried inside me, letting me adjust.
The feel of him, so deep I can barely think, has me trembling.
"Fuck, princess," he whispers, his voice breaking. "You feel so fucking perfect wrapped around me. Like you were made for me."
I want to tell him yes, I was, that I'm his, that I want to keep him exactly like this forever, but all that comes out is a needy, choked sound.
He rocks his hips, slow at first, moving in and out in long, relentless strokes that pull a whimper from my throat each time. Each one feels better than the last, the friction and heat building until I'm clutching at him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He's so patient, holding back even though I can feel how badly he wants to lose control. I sink my teeth into his bicep, desperate to feel him let go. I don't want him patient and in control. I want him to lose it the same way I am right now.
"Harder," I beg.
His hand catches my jaw, turning my face until our eyes lock. "You want it rough, princess?" The delicious threat in his words makes my whole body spasm around him.
I nod, my breath a shaky gasp.
He gives me a brutal, starved kiss before slamming into me so hard the headboard cracks against the wall.
I cry out, the sound echoing off the glass.
He does it again, and then again, each thrust harder, deeper than the last. It's not delicate or careful; it's everything I want, everything I didn't know I needed. He fucks me like he's trying to make me forget my own name and replace it with his. And it's perfect, so fucking perfect, all I can do is sob.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
I meet every stroke, greedy for him, desperate. My nails rake down his back so hard he hisses a curse and fucks me even deeper, harder.
"Kingston!" I cry, trying to tell him that I'm almost there.
"Wait for me, Evie," he grits out, one hand fisted in my hair, the other braced beside my head. His voice is wild, pleading, and possessive all at once, his command vibrating through my whole body. "I want to come with you. Can you hold it, baby? Can you wait for me?"
I nod, not even sure I can speak. My body is strung tight, every muscle shaking, every inch of me humming with need.
He shoves in deep and grinds, not moving, just holding there, the pressure almost unbearable. His hand clamps tight in my hair, pulling my head back so I have no choice but to look him in the eyes as he pushes so deep it feels like he's splitting me in half, making me brand new from the inside out.
I'm close, so close, everything building and building. The world shrinks to the heat of him inside me, the taste of his mouth, the way his eyes devour me.
He grinds his hips, circling, and my whole body bows up. I try to hold it. I try so fucking hard…but it's useless.
I let go, screaming his name as he shatters me to pieces. I feel my pulse everywhere—my throat, my wrists, between my legs, syncing up with each thrust.