His expression grew intense. He kissed her, smoothing her hair back, and she felt him push against her. She trembled. He’s going to do it.

A little pressure, and it stung. She stiffened.

“Shhh.” He kissed her again. “I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”

He pushed again, and the sting grew worse.

“Ow!” She gritted her teeth.

He paused, allowing her to grow accustomed to the feeling. He stroked her hair almost tenderly, she thought.

“I’m a little nervous,” he confessed. “I’ve never been someone’s first.”

“You’re nervous?” But some of her shaking receded.

He pushed harder. Squeezing her eyes shut, she mashed her lips together. It burned, like someone was trying to shove a baseball bat up inside her. Again he paused.

“Breathe,” he told her as he gave a hard shove.

“No no no no stop!” She cried out, pushing against his shoulders.

Instantly the pressure ceased. “Okay, shhhh, I’m stopping. I’m not moving.”

“It hurts.” Tears pooled in her eyes and slid back into her hair. She gulped.

A look of frustration flickered across his face.

“I’m sorry,” she quavered, and then she began to cry in earnest. She couldn’t look at him, so she turned her face away. She didn’t want to do it anymore, but she was too embarrassed to tell him that.

He pulled back slightly, and she was relieved.

“I can make the pain stop,” he whispered. His face took on a determined look, as though he’d just made a decision. “If you’ll let me, I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

“What are you going to do? Give me drugs?” Hell no.

“No drugs.” Raising himself, he cupped her breasts and kneaded them. He was surprisingly gentle about it, and it did soothe her somewhat. He ran his hands up her shoulder and framed her face, kissing her like she was someone he treasured, not some nameless girl he’d picked up in a bar. Her vulnerability made her a sponge for his tenderness, and she drank it eagerly. Her sex throbbed, though—not in excitement, but at the residual pain. He hadn’t pulled back completely, but she was relieved that he wasn’t trying to kill her with that massive thing anymore. She clung to him as he traced a path of kisses along her jaw. When he gently bit her earlobe, tugging on it, she sighed. The way he encouraged Eden, it was like he understood what she needed. Escape was what she craved and right now she was about as far from being safe as she’d ever been. Having sex—with a stranger!—was the riskiest thing she’d ever done. Darak was going to fuck her. Even if it felt like being stabbed with a cleaver, she wasn’t going to back down. Because she wanted this.

“I won’t stop you,” she gasped as his lips grazed her neck. That glaze of lust in his eyes, equal parts savagery and wonder, matched hers; she knew that. “It’s okay if you hurt me.”

The muscles in his shoulders bunched as he groaned, and he shook with tremors. She felt his legs bunch up, and she braced herself. A moment later she felt his thickness press at her entrance. She choked on a squeal as something sharp pinched her neck, and at the same time he surged forward, crashing through the thin barrier between her thighs.

And a wave of pure lust enveloped her. Need. She needed his skin, his warmth, his hot breath and that great big dick that split her in half. Her inner muscles protested against the invasion, but… Oh God, he was inside her, but not far enough!

The pain persisted, but she felt it through a fog. It was there, but it wasn’t. A thousand nerve endings fired as he spread her open, pressing ever so slowly forward. Her inner walls tugged at him, sending pulses of exquisiteness deep into her belly. How could anything feel so good? Gasping, she rocked her hips. “More.”

Darak choked on a groan. Pulling back a harsh breath, he eased in farther. Liquid bliss spread into her womb, and she clung to him. “More,” she ground out. “Oh God, fill me!”

She couldn’t even be embarrassed. She was too far gone for that.

She stretched as he went deeper. Eden moaned at the thrill of it. How had she ever lived without this…this… She dug her heels into the soft surface beneath her and stretched her legs wider, making herself fully available to him. Did she look like a cat in heat?

Then she felt the prick of his pubic hair against hers, and the rush of intimacy seemed almost like love. He’d joined with her, become a part of her. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her walls clamped down hard on his cock.

“Shit,” he groaned. “Eden.” He began to move, slowly at first, and she whimpered at each thrust. This. No pain, just wicked euphoria that lit her sex and quivered up her chest until every piece of her became the fuck.

Life.

He increased his pace. His fingers wound in her hair, and he pulled hard.

She cried out at the beauty of it.

His breathing grew erratic as he worked her. The slap of flesh hitting flesh grew frantic, and she could feel the tension building…building…

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

His words pushed her higher, and then she detonated in the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her sex clamped down on him hard, and it didn’t stop.

“Shhh,” she thought she heard him say as he clapped his hand over her mouth. But she couldn’t stop the explosive screams at each pulse of her sex. She writhed under him as the sweet agony continued. He pumped his hips faster, shoving waves of bliss deep into her soul.

She grew light-headed, and just as she thought she’d pass out, he stiffened, and she felt the first spurt of his cum.