Page 43 of Blood Moon Bound

“Okay,” she said and licked her lips.

“Kiss me,” I rasped.

She did, and slicking my length with more of my blood, I applied more pressure, pushing in a little. Delphine groaned, her arms banding around me. She only had the tip. Fuck, so tight. I pushed in another inch.

She whimpered. “It’s too much,” she said and dug her nails into my back.

I held her gaze as I pushed in another inch. “You can take me, because you were made for me. You need to relax. Relax and let me in.” My mind spun, and her tight grip had me gritting my teeth.

She whimpered again and moaned my name. “It’s too big.”

Panic filled me because hurting her wasn’t something I could tolerate. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said, pressing kisses to her parted lips. “It’s going to be okay. Relax for me, let me in.”

“I don’t think I can,” she cried.

Another tear streaked down her cheek, and I kissed it away. “It’ll be good, I promise. You just have to relax.”

“I don’t know how.”

She was stiff, every muscle locked tight. I bit into my palm again, coating her with more of my blood as I tried to ease in some more. She cried out, but not in pleasure, and it was as if she’d plunged a dagger into my chest.

She squeezed her eyes shut, panting and squirming under me.

“Look at me, Delphine,” I said, though it came out more of an unhinged growl.

She blinked up at me and more tears streaked down her cheeks.

Christ, she was ripping me to shreds even as the urge to thrust deep, to claim her, to take her, was close to sending me insane. “You trust me to make you feel good, don’t you, little one?”

“Y-yes.”

My hand was still between us, and I circled her clit with my blood-covered fingers. She gasped. “Focus on what my fingers are doing, not my cock, okay? Focus on how good that feels.”

She nodded, and as I circled her clit again, then brushed over it, I felt her relax a little around the head of my cock. “That’s it. Feels good?” All color had drained from her face when I started pushing inside her, pink hit her cheeks again now.

She licked her lips. “Yes, don’t stop.”

I kissed her. “That’s good, that’s my good girl.”

Her nails eased up and her thighs that had been locked to my sides relaxed some as well. I worked her clit faster, biting back my growl so I didn’t scare her when I felt her muscles relax even more. She was panting now.

I eased the tip of my cock out a little, then back in and she groaned, and the sound was pure pleasure. I did it again, and this time when I slid back in, I took another inch.

“Constantine,” she said, her voice a little panicked, but not from fear.

Her thighs trembled, and I pressed down on top of her, holding my forehead to hers. “This might pinch,” I said and slid all the way in, stuffing my female with every hard inch of me.

She arched against me helplessly and screamed out in shock. “It hurts.” She shoved at me.

I grabbed her flailing hands in one of mine and lifted them over her head. “Hold still,” I whispered roughly as I did the same, all except for my thumb at her clit.

Her breaths puffed out, hard and fast, as I held utterly still. “Talk to me? Does it still hurt?” I could bite her now and send her over the edge, but I wanted her right here with me. I wanted her to remember every second of this moment, not lost in my bite, forced to feel good.

She looked down between us and I lifted my chest from hers so she could see. “A little, but not so much now. It feels strange.” Her gaze was on my thumb working her clit, and she released a shuddery breath, her muscles squeezing around my cock. “I think…oh, I think I’m going to—” She threw her head back and cried out, spasming around me as she came.

I gritted my teeth as her pussy fucking milked my cock. I forced myself not to move until she quieted, until she stilled under me. As soon as she did, I tested her resistance and eased out halfway, then back in.

“Oh god,” she said, her nails digging into my shoulders again, holding me closer.