Bound (Forbidden #1)(21)
Author: Melody Anne

It seemed impossible to her, but the deep timbre of his voice began awakening her body once more. There was no way she could survive this. A normal human being surely had to have a cap on how much physical pleasure he or she could receive in a single day.

“Please, Blake, please…”

“What are you begging for, Jewell?”

His hand drifted up and down her back, almost tenderly, as he asked her the question, and he grazed her neck tantalizingly with his lips.

“I…I don’t know. I just…I don’t think I can do anything more. It’s too much, all of it too much.” She hoped he’d have some kindness within him. She’d done everything he’d asked of her so far, and she was now overwhelmed.

“Let’s see if I can change your mind.”

He moved her to make her sit sideways on his lap; one of his arms cradled her as she rested her head against his chest. Then he stood up, slowly and smoothly, with her in his arms. She didn’t have the energy even to protest — not that she would have. He wouldn’t have allowed it.

He carried her through the apartment, to the stairs, up them, and into her room. Maybe he was going to let her sleep. Maybe they would continue this later, and maybe she would just gain back her energy, then run away as fast as she could before she grew too dependent on what he was giving her.

When he laid her down on the bed, she barely managed to open her eyes and look at him towering above her. But when he began removing his clothes, her stomach tightened and she directed her gaze downward. She wanted to see him again, wanted to look at his impressive manhood.

Then she was looking. At his long, thick, smooth staff, hard, ready to plunge inside her. His size made fear and desire do battle within her. She was glad he’d made her insert the toy. Her initial thought about it — that it might help stretch her — had been silly and naïve, because the toy was nothing compared to him. But it certainly made her wet, made her folds more eager to hold him.

The tip of his shaft gleamed with his desire, making her grow even wetter, and she was amazingly wet already. Yes, she was tired, and she felt as if she couldn’t go on. But oh how she wanted him, wanted to feel what it was like to be taken by a virile man like Blake.

“Are you ready for me, Jewell? Are you ready to quit coming on your own? If you thought you felt good with your previous orgasms today, it won’t hold a candle to what I am going to give you.” He sat on the bed caressing her thighs as he spread her legs wide open.

“I…I’m afraid.” She was so mortified to admit that.

He stopped touching her and looked at her with suspicion. “Why would you be afraid?”

She tensed, not willing to tell him the truth. “You’re…um…large…” That was the truth, if not quite the whole truth. He was indeed large.

He laughed as he resumed rubbing her. “You must have been with pathetic men before me.”

She refused to respond to that statement. She couldn’t have spoken even if she’d wanted to, because he leaned over her and ran his tongue along her stomach before moving downward and kissing her thighs.

Spreading her legs as far as he could, Blake again found her pulsing little bundle of nerves and sucked on it and licked it while his fingers slid slowly inside her, then he got hold of the toy inside and began pulling it.

She shook with ecstasy mixed with a shot of pain as the toy moved inside her heat. Then she felt her body release the foreign object. She wanted to squeeze her thighs shut in relief. Pleasure was a good thing, she was discovering, but a woman could take only so much before she could no longer move.

“Ah, Jewell, you are so wet, so hot, so ready for me,” Blake growled before swiping his tongue up and down her folds.

“Yes, oh yes,” she gasped as her head twisted on the pillow. She was ready for him, ready for it all. Her fear was evaporating quickly, and she wasn’t worried about pain, because at this moment she felt it would be more painful not to have him inside her.

He moved away and she heard the crinkling of a packet, telling her he was protecting them both, and then he was climbing up the bed, covering her body with his. Now he was right there, right in position, his face lined up with hers, his arousal pressing against her heat.

“Open your eyes, Jewell. I want to see what you’re feeling when I’m buried deep inside of you.”

“No.” It was the first time she’d refused him, outright told him no. But she didn’t want him to see her expression, didn’t want to share that intimacy with him. She couldn’t handle that.

“Open your eyes, Jewell — now!” he commanded, the head of his desire pressing into her.

Oh my, it felt good. The feel of his thick, hot shaft was so much better than the cold, lifeless toy that had been inside her all day.

“Nooo,” she groaned as she lifted her hips, hoping to push him into entering her, hoping he would lose control before he could get her to open her eyes.

“Now, Jewel! Open them now!” He leaned down and bit her lower lip, sending a burst of pain through her, causing her eyes to pop open in surprise.

He smiled as he got what he wanted, and before she could even think about closing her eyes again, he drove his hips forward, filling her with one powerful thrust.

Before she could even think about stopping it, a cry of pain shot from her mouth as her body tensed. That had been nothing like what she’d been expecting, and she wanted to back away, wanted to push him from her. It was too much, way too much. It hurt, it was foreign, it was just too much.

“What in the hell?”

Blake froze, his eyes wide as he gazed down into her face. Myriad emotions passed through his eyes — confusion, anger, surprise, desire…

“Speak now, and speak fast, Jewell.”

She couldn’t do this. She’d been wrong. Yes, desire had overcome her, her body had burned, and, despite everything, she still wanted him. But she couldn’t do this. It was too much — too intimate, too consuming, too much!

She turned her head away so she wouldn’t grow weak and look at him. She was barely holding her tears at bay, and she wanted only to escape. She knew struggling would be useless, so she lay there stiffly beneath him, his body still connected to hers in the most intimate way possible.

“Talk to me now!”

His angry shout startled her into turning back to look at him. Fury was brewing in his eyes.

“I…I can’t,” she said, her lip beginning to tremble.

“This is a trick. It has to be a trick.” He now sounded as if he were the one begging.