The Willow (20 page)
His erection touched my body and I instantly tensed. He began to rub against me, allowing my wetness to spread along his hardened length as he primed me for entry. His face became one of utter torment. “I hate that I have to hurt you.”
“Hurt me?”
Shock hit his face. “You didn’t know this would hurt?”
“Of course I knew, but I thought,” I hesitated. “Well, I’m a Guardian now. We can handle more pain. Doesn’t that mean this shouldn’t hurt?”
“I am sorry, Álainn. This is a pain you should feel.” He kissed my lips softly. “Are you ready?”
“I think so.”
He lifted his hips, gave a steady push. I gasped out at the shock of it and dug my nails into his arms. He stopped with only a little of himself sheathed inside, and reached down to kiss my lips.
Barely able to kiss him, the pain was so great. It hurt—this hurt.
He pushed a little farther, only to meet with resistance. My body was tight against him. For a very scared moment, I contemplated if he could even fit. It sure felt as if he couldn’t. He was large—very large. “You’re not going to fit. You’re too big.”
He chuckled low. “Do not worry, Álainn. It will just take a moment.” He lowered again and deepened his kiss as he tried to relax my body for him.
It burned. My entire body tensed around him. His kiss deepened further and it wasn’t long before he turned me into a big pile of goo.
My muscles settled. He pulled away from my mouth and met my gaze. I took a deep breath and he pushed deeply. My legs buckled, my breath hissed out, and tears escaped my eyes as pain overtook me.
“Alright?” His voice was strained.
Pain enveloped me, ripped into me, and tore me to pieces. I held his ass firmly. “Don’t you dare move!”
“I won’t.” His control was flawless.
I took another deep breath as he returned his lips to mine tenderly—lovingly. Minutes later, the arousal stirred. When he backed away from my lips, I asked, “Please tell me it gets better than this?”
“It definitely gets better,” he purred. “Ready for me to show you?”
I nodded. “Be gentle.”
He began to move slowly in small short movements to allow my body to become accustomed to him. With each withdrawal, I hissed. With each insertion, I gasped.
He no longer kissed me. His head was inches from mine as he gazed at me intently.
The pain slowly began to fade. Faded away to something better. My body released a little and my wetness grew. Kyden moaned and lowered his head to rest against the base of my neck as the pain gave way to a sensation that was all consuming.
When my gasps of pain became moans of pleasure, he began to pick up his pace—still being gentle, only faster, while I accepted him.
He raised his head, entirely absorbed in the moment. I lifted my head out of his hands to kiss his neck. I lightly ran my tongue up the length of a bulging vein, which only intensified his thrusts.
With each quick thrust, I moaned loudly. He lifted himself onto his hands, peered down at me while his thrusts came harder, faster, until I was whimpering from its strength.
I wrapped my legs around his thighs, angled my hips to meet his every move. For a brief moment, pain crippled me. But within seconds, it faded away to the all too brilliant ecstasy that drifted over me in sweet satisfaction.
“Harder?” he growled.
“Yes…” I gasped with each thrust. “Harder.”
His thrusts increased, leaving me breathless. I closed my eyes as he slammed into me, created a force that teetered on near insanity.
“No,” Kyden growled, deep and low. “I want you to watch.”
His words plus the feral sound of his voice made my muscles contract instantly. My entire body, for a few seconds, froze. There was no noise, no breath, no Kyden, only sheer intense pleasure skyrocketing into every nerve of my body.
As I crashed back, Kyden trembled. His eyes widened. His gaze intense. He shuddered and let out a deep grunt as he dropped down on top of me. His groans continued as my body massaged his, eagerly drawing out his release.
When I no longer trembled and my body was the equivalent to a jelly-fish, I shook my head, breathless. “Christ!” I laughed. “I shouldn’t have waited so long to do that.”
Kyden rose up and looked down at me, breathing heavily. “Of course you should have. It was mine to take.”
The End
About the Author:
Stacey Kennedy is a lover of the paranormal romance and urban fantasy genres. If she isn't plugging away at her next novel, tending to her two little ones, she's got her nose deep in a good book. She lives in Cambridge, Ontario with her husband. Come stop by www.staceykennedy.com for upcoming and new releases.
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