Chapter Five

Lore

I felt like he sucked all the air out of the room as he moved into it.

Or maybe I was just holding my breath?

I didn’t know.

My mind was in a million places at once as my body warmed at the look in his eyes as he stepped closer, as his hand lifted, then his fingertip teased over my bare skin, moving my strap back into place.

He didn’t touch me again, but I swear my skin felt singed as I watched him move over toward the closet, going halfway inside, and flicking on the light.

Then I watched, too transfixed to feel shy, as he reached for his belt, working it loose with deft fingers, then whipping it out of the loops with a whooshing sound that had no right to make a little shiver move through me, but did regardless.

I knew I needed to look away, that it was wrong to watch him when he was doing something as mundane and private as undressing for bed.

But I couldn’t look away from his strong, scarred fingers as they moved up his stomach and chest, popping the buttons through the holes, and exposing a little sliver of tanned flesh as he went.

My belly tightened as, in one swift motion, he shucked off the shirt, bunched it up in his hands, then tossed it toward the hamper.

My pulse quickened as I shifted uncomfortably, the tingle of desire growing in my core as I watched.

Seeing the motion, or maybe just aware of my inspection, Renzo turned to fully face me, his handsome face unreadable, but his eyes seemed even darker than usual as his hands lifted.

My eyes were helpless but to follow the movement as they went to his waistband, then worked the button, then the zipper free.

My chest seemed to be rising and falling too quickly as his hands pushed the slacks down his legs, leaving him suddenly standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. They were doing nothing to hide the proof of his own growing desire.

A jolt of unease filled me, mingling with the desire, creating a confusing concoction, as I imagined the full length of him trying to fit inside me.

This was the moment, right? Where I should say something to him. That this was new, that it was my first time?

But the words died on my tongue as he moved toward me, his abdominal muscles tensing with each step, and I had to curl my hand into a fist to keep from reaching out, from touching him.

“Like what you see, mouse?” he asked, his voice a rumbling sound that moved through my chest, then traveled lower, until it seemed as though I could feel it between my thighs. “Let me see more,” he said, and then before I could understand his intention, his hand moved out, working the knot of my robe free, then pushing the material off of my shoulders.

A shiver coursed through me, but it was impossible to tell if it was the chill in the room, or the heat of my desire as his dark gaze moved over me, taking me all in.

Insecurity started to plant, take root, and grow, but then Renzo was suddenly moving, his hands planting on the mattress at either side of my thighs, caging me in.

My gaze lifted, seeing him already watching me, but finding him still unreadable.

Shifting, his knee pressed between mine until it forced them apart, and I felt a thrill of anticipation skitter across my nerves as the heat of him met my chilly skin.

His body moved forward, and sensing he was trying to come on the bed, I scooted myself back.

He followed, his knees getting up on the mattress, moving up the bed with me until I was near the headboard.

Reaching out, his strong hands suddenly gripped me around my knees, yanking hard enough to force my body flat, actually bouncing a bit on the mattress with the impact.

Surprise had a giggle starting to bubble up, but it died before I made a sound as he suddenly came over me, his long, hard body pressing mine into the bed, his weight pinning me as his mouth suddenly found the sensitive spot right under my ear, making me suck in a breath at the secret little intimacy.

I felt every inch of him.

His wide chest crushing my breasts, nothing but the barely-there material of my nightie between us. The long, firm length of his stomach on mine. His one arm braced on my other side, forearm wedged against the side of my breast. His hips between my thighs, his hard length of desire firmly wedged against my own need, making my belly flutter.

My hands rose tentatively, unsure if I was supposed to wrap them around him or not, so I decided to settle them gently on his shoulders as his lips continued to move down my neck.

The touch sent little sizzles of desire skittering across my skin as a strange weight settled on my lower stomach, and the need became an ache between my thighs.

His hair brushed my chest as he moved up toward the other side of my neck, the touch making my thighs clamp upward on the sides of his legs, my hips writhing instinctively against him, his hardness rocking against my sensitive cleft.

The movement had a low chuckle moving through Renzo, reverberating through me, making panic rise in my system, worrying I was being too brazen, too bold.

But then Renzo’s face was moving down between my breasts, and any sort of logical thought flew from my mind.

His head shifted, and suddenly his lips were closing around my nipple through the material, sucking hard, the sensation making me see white as my back arched up off of the bed, pressing into the feeling, silently begging for more.

Renzo was happy to oblige, reaching out to pull the material out of his way, and tracing my hardened nipple with his tongue.

I was a powder keg of need then, just begging for a spark to start the explosion.

His tongue circled, lips sucked, teeth grazed.

Then he was moving across my chest to continue the sweetest kind of torment I’d ever known.

His head shifted between my breasts again, taking a deep breath, breathing me in, then sliding his face down the silky material of my nightie.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t even move, when his lips pressed into my inner thigh, so close to the clawing need between.

His hand moved out, grabbing the swatch of my panties, and dragging it downward.

He had to shift back to free them from my feet, and the separation had the uncertainty surging through me again, making me tense, making my stomach twist and my heartbeat skitter.

In one swift motion, though, Renzo was on his stomach on the bed, his arms wrapped around my thighs, holding them wide open.

And his mouth was on me.

My hips jerked, the sensation so foreign, the intimacy almost embarrassing.

But as his tongue traced up my cleft, finding the swollen, sensitive bud of my clit, and worked it in circles, any objections dissolved into the sticky-sweet pleasure he was building inside of me.

My hands went down, slipping into his dark, silky hair, holding him against me as he worked me.

My hips rocked restlessly, aching for the thrill of release as he drove me relentlessly toward it, his tongue never slowing, never changing, keeping the exact right pattern and pressure until I felt a coiling sensation twist tighter and tighter until, suddenly, the orgasm was screaming through my system, stealing my breath, making a choked sound escape me as my thighs shook, my back arched, and my body wove the waves of pleasure.

Over and over.

Leaving me dizzy from it.

Tingling and dreamlike.

Not a single thought formed in my mind as Renzo suddenly sat back, his dark gaze on me.

His fingers drifted up and down my thighs, little sizzles of pleasure through a body already drunk on it.

My chest was rising and falling quickly, but I couldn’t seem to catch my breath, or slow the fevered pounding of my heart.

Renzo’s body shifted, but I was so busy watching his beautiful face that I didn’t know what he was doing.

Not until I felt the naked length of his cock rock against my cleft, making my body jolt.

“So sensitive,” he murmured.

Was I?

Sensitive?

Or was it nerves?

Anticipation?

My mind was too foggy, too thick and sluggish to understand my reaction as he rocked against me, the feel of him something foreign, terrifying, needed.

I couldn’t understand that last one, but the ache was back inside me, this strange awareness of the hollowness within me, the need to feel it filled.

His cock was pressing harder, the thick tip of him slipping down from my clit, lower, pushing.

Thoughts crashed together, creating a chaos of fear, or want, or uncertainty.

No objections escaped me, though, save for a slight tensing at the sensation of him, at the way he was pushing against me.

Then, suddenly, he was surging inside, one deep thrust, taking me to the hilt.

The pain screamed through me, making my whole body jolt, my eyes flying open, my mouth parting in a loud cry.

Renzo’s face, so masked with desire a second before, tightened.

His dark eyes cleared, scanning my face as the tears teased, then poured down my cheeks, finding it impossible to think to brush them away when all I could focus on was the burning pain between my thighs as my body objected to the long, thick length of him deep inside.

Confusion twisted his features for a second before his gaze slid down, not stopping until he was looking where our bodies were joined.

“Fuck,” he hissed to himself, his body going ramrod straight.

The look of horror on his face had panic gripping my system.

Then his dark gaze cut to mine, his head shaking.

His voice was a rough scrape against already frayed nerves.

“Lore…”

I sniffled hard, trying to pull it together, trying not to ruin this, despite the pain, despite the desire for it to be over already.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, voice low. “Fuck. Fuck,” he said, this time more to himself, his gaze going between our legs again.

The pain intensified then as I felt him moving inside of me.

“Easy. Easy,” he said, voice softer, his hands grabbing my thighs, preventing them from closing as I tried to squeeze them shut.

There was more movement, more pain, until, suddenly, the full sensation was lost as he slid out of me.

The burning feeling became a raw ache that had me pressing my thighs tightly together as I fought another wave of tears.

The bed depressed, and I was aware of Renzo’s back as he walked.

Away from me.

Into the bathroom.

The door clicked closed.

And I pressed my hands to my face to muffle the sounds as I cried.

This wasn’t right.

It was supposed to be different.

Not so painful.

I’d dreamed about this for so long.

And it was just all… wrong.