Chapter 3
When I woke up everything was surreal. For months I had been locked away in the darkness, and now I lay next to a man who I knew grieved for me, even though he didn’t even know me. I felt his growing affection and worry over me the whole time I was out.
He smiled in his sleep and pulled me closer. I lay still hoping to let him sleep for a bit before I needed to get up. I’d been in bed too long.
He was handsome and sweet. More loyal than anyone I had ever met. I knew instinctively that he would never do me wrong.
I covered his hand with mine and ran my finger along his knuckles and he shivered. His giant body crowded against me and his face nuzzled my neck. I felt the goosebumps from his breath before his lips touched the skin.
He didn’t say anything as he kissed my neck with slow pecks as his large hand slid up to cup my breast. He groaned when I pushed back against him. I loved his touch. There was something so—mesmerizing about it. He moved slowly, but he knew what he was doing, and there was no doubt he would please me.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered.
I chuckled because that was so far from the truth. I lay on my back and gave him better access to my body. I’d never craved anyone like I craved him, and even though I didn’t really know him, I felt this strange connection. I felt him when I was out. I heard him and listened to everyone else talk about him. I’d learned a lot about him.
When his hand slid down my body I tensed waiting for him to touch me where I craved him the most. But he didn’t. Instead he flattened his hand across my abdomen holding his trembling hand in place.
I looked over to see bright orange eyes staring at me. Instead of saying anything I licked my lips and pushed his hand lower and pleaded with my eyes. His flared brighter when he felt my heat. I wore only panties.
“Are you sure?” he asked in a low voice.
I nodded. “Please, I think I need you.” Then I lifted my hips pushing into his hand to prove my point.
He leaned in and kissed me before sitting up. At first I wasn’t aware of what he was doing until he slid me into the middle of the bed and then in a surprising move he ripped the panties from my body. I gasped when I felt myself dampen more and spread my legs for him.
Instead of doing what I wanted though, he lifted me and pulled the shirt over my head leaving me naked. I shivered from the chill, but the way he looked at me heated me back up real quick.
“You’re so small, I’m afraid to hurt you.”
I laughed. “I’m made of sturdy stuff.”
He raised a brow.
“I’m tougher than I look.”
He nodded and in a slow move ran his finger along my slit. I bit my lip and lifted my hips. I needed more than light touches. For days I lay unconscious waiting to see how long it would take him to do what all the others told him he needed to do. Every time he touched me it was so sweet and loving. I wanted something more passionate.
“Stop holding back.”
“I have to or I’ll lose control.” He sounded so pained.
I took a deep breath and sat up. I cupped his jaw and peering into his orange eyes. “I want you to fucking touch me the way you would any other woman. Don’t look at how small I am. Show me how much you want me.” I kissed him and when he would have pulled back I pressed my naked body against him. He groaned and his hand gripped my ass holding me against his growing erection. I gasped and squirmed trying to get closer. That was what I wanted—needed.
When I sucked his tongue in my mouth he yanked his mouth back with wide eyes and slammed me down on the bed. I gasped and laughed until I felt his cock poised to enter me. Then I moaned when he rubbed the tip against my clit.
“I won’t be able to make love to you the way I want to.”
I shook my head near tears because I wanted him inside of me so badly. I’d never felt such arousal over something as small as manhandling me. “I don’t care. We have the rest of our lives right?”
He nodded licking his lips. “If I hurt you in any way you have to tell me okay?”
“I will I promise. Now fuck me dammit!”
That must have been the last straw as he slammed into me. I screamed in both pain and pleasure as the tip of his cock hit the back of my inner walls. I gasped for breath from the force and kept my eyes locked on his. He pulled back and in the same move he slammed into me again. This time it was a bit lighter.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
He growled and kissed me demanding I open for him so I did. His tongue fought mine for control and I submitted. I let him have me the way he needed. I didn’t know how I knew it but there was something that told me he needed me to just let him do what he wanted. I had no problem submitting to him. He was my mate after all. I felt a stirring of my climax coming and pressed my hips against him before I pulled back from his kiss. Panting I smiled and rubbed his cheek. “Take me Gyyx, I’m yours.”
And wham, he rocked into me and each thrust was faster and deeper than the last. He held my body tightly against his. Sweat coated his skin and mine and our bodies were slick against each other. From his brow the drops dripped to my chest. He kept his pace fast and hard and my body loved it. It didn’t matter that I was small because I was made for this warrior prince.
When his thrusts became uneven and more erratic I wrapped my legs around his waist and tilted my pelvis to give him the best access as he drove into me. I felt a rush right before I yelled.
“Oh Gyyx, please.” I couldn’t hold back and the rest of what I said came out as a jumbled incoherent mess.
He moaned and then his finger slid between our bodies and he pinched my clit. I screamed and came hard. Moaning, sobbing, and crying I came apart around him. My inner muscles clinched around his cock bringing him with me. He yelled out in surprised and rocked into me until every bit of his seed was inside of me. I felt the connection.
When he slowed to a stop both of us were panting and shaking from our release. We stuck together in a sweaty, sticky mess and I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I’d never been with someone so amazing before, and I was pretty sure this was the beginning of what love felt like.
He might have been rough, but I felt every emotion with ever thrust. It was not just sex. It was more.