Page 94 of Fractured Fate

He wasn’t a small man, and that extended to every part of him.

Their mutual groans of need and delight echoed in the room as he slid into the heat of her body.

He paused halfway in, giving her time to adjust. Giving her time to stop him if she needed—if it was too much.

When her breathing evened out, he pressed in, filling her inch by inch until his thighs met the backs of hers. Seated deep inside her, he felt her muscles clench and flutter around him already. He didn’t think she would last long. He knew he wouldn’t.

He leaned forward, hands bracing himself on each side of her head, gripping the pillow tight as he withdrew from her slowly. As much as he didn’t want to, he rocked into her at a languid pace, easing her adjustment to his size. She’d told him she wasn’t a virgin, but he didn’t know the last time she’d been with a man and didn’t know what she was used to.

The thought of another man inside her made another side of him sit up and take notice. His hips snapped forward at the thought, and he hit deep inside her with more force than he intended.

Her scream was a mix of pleasure-pain, and his eyes widened in alarm, only to be replaced with surprise when she looked into his eyes, panting the word, “Again.”

He rose over her. Grabbing hold of her hips, he dragged his cock out of her to the head before slamming back inside. Her answering mewls flipped the switch the rest of the way, and he began thrusting into her at a punishing pace.

Fingers dug into skin, both hers and his, and he prayed to the stars his forearms would bear the marks of her passion come tomorrow instead of healing.

“Aiden, Aiden, oh god Aiden,” she cried out, her body wiggling and her head thrashing from side to side.

His body fell forward, elbows taking his weight as he gripped her left breast in a firm squeeze, pinching the nipple as his mouth lay claim to the side of her neck. The sound of her repeating his name like a prayer made him feral. She needed and wanted him.

He felt the familiar tingle in his gums but was too lost to the sensation of pleasure to care.

His teeth scraped the column of her throat as her climax slammed into her. Her walls fluttered around his shaft, strangling his cock in a death grip.

Charlotte’s cries as her orgasm swept her away, and the nails biting into his shoulders as she held on for the ride, were his undoing.

His canines elongated and raked the skin of her throat. Her answering gasping moan made his brain short-circuit.

Blood trickled down her neck, and he lapped it up without hesitation, sucking her flesh to steal whatever the slight break in her skin would give him. His own release took him, and he filled her with a piece of himself.

They lay still, panting in the afterglow. Sweat trailed over his temples and his skin glistened as much as hers in the moonlight. Several minutes passed where she clung to him, and he stayed buried within her until the haze of lust lifted and the reality of what happened crashed in around him.

Not only had he made love to her—there was no way he could describe it as anything but that—but he’d done it without a condom. Filled her without caution.

Part of him preened at the fact. Roared with satisfaction at marking her in the most intimate way he could.

A sinking feeling settled in, pushing down his ego.

He’d broken her skin with his fangs. He resisted the urge to bite into her, but he still drew blood and drank it without concern.

Withdrawing from her body as the cold reality of his situation made his cock soften, he fell onto his back. She rolled toward him and looped her leg over his, laying her hand on his chest without a word.

It didn’t feel strange at all that they didn’t use many words.

Everything felt so natural. Like their bodies knew what the other needed with little coaching. Without the fumbling that came with a new sexual partner.

Surrendering to their desire felt right.

She reached out, and he laced his fingers with hers, laying them on his chest. It felt so good to lie in bed with her naked body in his arms. It felt right. And that terrified him.

What would she think if she knew he was just like the monster that had terrified her in the alley?

19

INSECURITY

Waking up in bed alone, sweating, with sticky thighs, was not how Charlotte envisioned her morning going. She felt like someone had dragged her body over a cheese grater. Parts of her she didn’t know existed ached.