Her eyes rolled back in her head. She felt like she was floating out of her body.
“You’re perfect, Cleo.” He propped himself up, his face right in front of hers. “Tell me you want this. I’ll still protect you if you tell me to fuck off.”
“I need you, Priest.”
“Once we do this, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine. I won’t share you. Won’t give you up.”
“Yes. That’s what I want,” she said. It wasn’t a lie. She had never really belonged anywhere or with anyone.
He grabbed the base of his erection, running the tip up and down her overflow of juices. Every time he touched her, her entire body jolted. He was teasing, taking his time, but she was ready and didn’t want to wait.
As the wide head of his cock pressed inside her, the relief immediately started to trickle through her system. The fullness grew as he filled her, thick inch after thick inch. She held her breath, focusing on the intimacy and the beast of a man hovering over her.
She could tell he was holding back, his muscles taut, his jaw clenched. Once fully seated, his forearms tucked under her shoulders, he paused. His cologne smelled like raw masculinity, and she breathed him in.
Cleo wasn’t a virgin anymore. It was surreal. Everything about her life lately had been crazier than fiction.
“Are you okay?” he asked against her ear.
She craved to lick the thick skin on his neck, to spur him on with her heels.
“You’re not hurting me.”
“Sure?”
“I can handle your big cock, Priest. That’s what I’m doing right now.”
He narrowed his eyes for a moment. Then he kissed her hard on the mouth while simultaneously moving his hips. The friction was intense. Each time he pulled out and filled her, her entire body lit up with pure pleasure. The bed rocked. He moved like a machine, a man made for fucking. She moaned with each pump of his hips—she couldn’t help herself.
“Oh, God,” she cried.
“You’re fucking tight, Cleo. I’m never going to get enough of this body.” The faster and harder he moved, the more the pressure grew. Clean sweat broke out between them. She ran her hands all over his muscles, keeping him close.
“Yes,” she chanted just under her breath. Cleo never imagined sex would be like this. To be honest, she expected to die an old, lonely spinster.
He rocked her body, kissing her neck and nipping the erogenous zones around her ear.
“Come for me, Cleo. Come all over my cock.”
The deep command in his voice was all it took for that pressure inside her core to release, wave after wave of delicious contractions taking her by surprise. Her eyes lolled back in her head as he continued to fuck her, finally coming deep inside her. She could feel his erection swell and pump, and he groaned like an animal.
She could hardly catch her breath as the cloud of lust slowly faded.
He shifted to the side, but she knew he was still facing her in the darkness.
“I guess I belong to you now,” she said. “What are you going to do with me?”
“Keep you safe.”