Night Fury: First Act (Night Fury 1)

I’m freefalling.

Unbelievable.

Pure bliss.

Bright lights dance in front of my eyes in time with every throb. My toes curl.

Marco’s hand stills and I’m grateful. I feel hypersensitive right now. I slump forward against him, and he gives me the time I need to come back from where he took me. He strokes my back gently as I nuzzle into his neck.

A minute passes, then two. Finally, I lift my face and look up into his. My eyes flutter sleepily. I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling. “I don’t know about you, but I think that was worth your impending death.”

His brows lower at me. He blinks a moment. Then he tilts his head back and laughs, loudly and freely. And in this moment, he looks so relaxed and carefree I take a mental snapshot for my own records. When he buries his face in my neck and laughs against me, I melt.

Zing.

A soft smile spreads across my face. Marco lifts his head, smiles and smacks a kiss to my lips. Without a word, his arm wraps around my waist, and watching me, he walks backwards towards his bed. When his legs hit the edge, he sits and grasps my hips, pulling me to stand between his thighs.

In this moment, I’m happy. In this moment, I’m not Catarina the postulant, or Cat the orphan, or even Night Fury. I’m just a young woman with a crush on a guy who seems to like her, too. In this moment, everything is simple. And I will cherish the simplicity forever.

My gaze moves across the room. My cheeks heat, and I cover my hand with my face, chuckling.

Marco grins and gently pries my hand away from my face. “What? What is it?”

I sweep my hand out, gesturing around his entire room and say matter-of-factly, “This is all wrong.” A look of confusion crosses his face. I laugh. “In my dream, this room was dark, not light.” I point to the left side of the room. “The bed was there, and the covers weren’t the ones you have.” I point to the right side of the room. “And there was a mirror right there.”

His brows rise in shock. “A mirror across from the bed?” I nod slowly, face burning. He swallows hard. “Did you watch us together?”

I look into his eyes and answer a barely there, “Yeah.”

His pupils dilate. “How did we look together?”

Marco watching me the way he is throws me into a tailspin. I whisper, “Like a couple of animals trying to tear each other apart.”

Marco sucks in a quick breath, and then groans, “Fuck me.”

My response shocks me. My shaking hands move up to his face to cup his cheeks as I whisper, “I will, if you let me.”

I’m almost worried when he doesn’t say a thing, just watches me intently. When his hands come up, gripping the hem of my tee and he lifts it up and over my head, all I can do is raise my arms to assist him. He doesn’t waste time with my pyjama pants and panties. In one swift movement, they’re pulled down my legs until I stand naked in front of him.

His eyes graze over my body, and I know I should feel self-conscious, but I don’t.

This is exhilarating.

Hands on my waist push my back half a step. He stands, and without asking me to, I begin unbuttoning his shirt while he works on his belt. I feel him kick his shoes off, and hear his buckle jingle as it becomes free. His shirt unbuttoned, I reach for his collar, push it back over his muscular shoulders and down his back ‘til his torso is bare.

My breath catches.

He’s an Adonis.

Body built—strong and cut in all the right places—his arms are thick, and when he pulls down his jeans and boxers, I’m shown a pair of strong, long legs.

He’s absolutely stunning.

His erection stands thick and proud, begging for my touch. I run a finger gently up the underside, and as Marco hisses in a breath, his c**k bobs happily.

At the very moment I move to wrap my hand around him, he grabs my hand and says a rushed, “Next time, you play all you want, honey, but right now, I need your pu**y.”

He turns us both and guides me to lay in the middle of his king-size bed. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he opens a silver foil packet and sheaths himself with the very first condom I have ever seen in my life.

It’s a little weird looking, actually, but does nothing to fizzle my arousal. In fact, I’m glad he thought of it. God knows, I wouldn’t have. He crawls to me, then over me. My arms open for him, and he lies on top of me. My legs spread of their own accord, as if summoning him, and I feel a trickle of wetness slide down my cleft.

I am so ready for this.

He settles between my legs, and I gasp when the very tip of him kisses my clit. Fisting his erection tightly, he rubs his length up and down my slit, coating himself with my wet, warm arousal. His eyes drift closed and his jaw tightens. “Fuck. So wet.”

I stiffen when I feel him place the head of his c**k at my entrance.

This is it.

Leaning down to my face, he captures my mouth in a deep kiss. He begins to push into me, and when he reaches resistance, stops. I wince as I try to hide the discomfort, and he puffs out a laugh. His fingers trail my cheek. “I told you, Cat. I know everything about you. I knew. It’s okay.”

My cheeks heat.

Oh, thank God.

He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “This is going to pinch, but it won’t last long. If you want me to stop at any point, just tell me and I will.”

My eyes on his, I only see sincerity. And it warms me. “Okay.”

His hands reach under me to wrap around my back. He starts to push once more, and I force myself to breathe. He smiles down at me, and I can’t help but smile back.

My smile dies a quick death.

Pain.

Oh, the pain.

My stomach clenches, and I moan long and low, sounding a bit like a wounded animal. With every light push, he stretches me more and more. My hands fly up and grip his shoulders tightly. My nails dig into his skin. Tears fill my eyes as I start to hyperventilate.

Marco grits his teeth as if this is hurting him too, and he pushes farther and farther, all the way into me ‘til there is no space left between us. His body turns rigid, and I know he’s using all his willpower to not thrust into me like a madman.

He softly shushes me and kisses my neck in gentle pecks. I try to control my breathing, but it’s hard. A moment passes, then another. The sharpness of the pain begins to ebb away as we lay there connected in the most intimate way. I open my eyes and look up at him.

He wears a look of tenderness, and I’m not exactly sure why. He whispers, “You tell me when it starts to feel a little better.”

The pain fades, and a feeling of discontent courses through me, as though having him inside of me is nice, but something’s missing. Something fierce.