WARNING: This chapter contains mature content. Please read at your own discretion.
SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
I cover my face with both hands. Warmth blooms across my cheeks and neck. Shame sits heavy in my chest but excitement hums just beneath my skin, sharp and bright. How could I not melt when a man like him was between my legs, tasting me like I was the sweetest fruit he'd ever known? Even his eyes alone were enough to undo me.
"Can you put my legs down now?" My voice is small in the quiet room. I feel exposed, every line of my body laid bare to him. I am certain he has seen the soft hair between my thighs, untrimmed and private under his gaze.
"Hm? Of course." He lowers my legs until they rest flat against the floorboards. The wood is cool beneath my skin. Only then do I let my hands fall from my face.
My skin prickles with heat. I know my cheeks are flushed deep pink, maybe red all the way to my hairline. I try to sit up and his hands move to part my legs again, smooth and sure. I am open to him still.
My eyes widen and fix on his face. "What are you doing?" Panic flutters in my ribs but anticipation thrums through me so strong I can barely form thought.
He smiles, slow and knowing, before his attention settles where I am most sensitive. I press my teeth into my lower lip until I taste metal. His fingers trace me first light as moth wings, then firm, working me the way his mouth did earlier.
My eyes burn and I press my palms over my mouth to hold in the sounds building there. A broken whimper slips out when his finger presses inside me.
"You like that?" His eyes stay on mine while his fingers twist and curl. Tears well and spill down my cheeks.
"How about this?"
I cannot hold back the cry that tears through me. He adds another finger and the stretch sends bright jolts through my body. I shake all over and squeeze my eyes shut. For a moment I see light like shattered glass behind my eyelids.
"Wait." I sob and reach for his hand but he shifts his rhythm before I can touch him, driving deeper.
"Ohh. Ahh. Hnngh. Hmmmh." I try to muffle myself with my fingers. I am embarrassed by how loud I am but the feeling is too big to contain. Every stroke of his hand pulls me further from what I know, closer to something I cannot name. Is this what couples share each night? I understand now why people want so badly to be bound together.
The wet rhythm of his hand fills the room. It makes the heat in my core burn hotter still.
"Angelo." The tears I held back track down my cheeks. He looks at me and I gasp. "Keep going." I bite my lip until it stings.
I want more. I want him to find the place inside me that makes my whole body tighten and sing. He must hear it in my voice because his pace quickens, fingers moving fast and deep. I tip my head back and my mouth falls open. I stop trying to be quiet.
God in heaven. The feeling is incredible. I want to take back every word I said about not being his wife. I would pretend forever if it meant feeling like this each night. My body locks up and warmth rushes from me. I go limp against the floor, my breath coming in shallow pulls.
"Aughh." He pulls his fingers free and my skin tingles all over, even where he does not touch me. I think it is over. I am wrong.
Something thick and hard presses against me, hot as skin can be. It slides through my slickness with rough friction and I jolt.
"Angelo?" I whisper. Confusion mixes with a thrill that makes my toes curl. I push myself up a little and my breath catches. His arousal stands against his stomach, already shining with my wetness.
I know what comes next and it scares me but every nerve in my body is alive. I let him pull me closer and keep my eyes on his face.
He lowers himself over me, his face only inches from mine, and kisses me so deep I forget to breathe. I kiss him back without thinking, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our bodies press together and I can feel how hot he is.
Cold air drifts through the broken door—propped open with a wooden chair in the corner—but we do not notice. I care about nothing but this. I want him to make me his. I want to take him as mine.
For the first time I feel like myself. Like the woman I am instead of the girl I have been trying to be. I gasp against his lips as the tip of him presses slowly inside me.
Fear moves in my chest but he pulls me into another kiss, his lips soft even as he pushes forward. He is fully inside me when his tongue slides into my mouth. I bite down on it without meaning to.
My eyes fly open and tears stream down my face. Sharp pain splits through me and I cannot stop the sob that comes out.
"It hurts." I whisper. My cheeks are wet with tears. He kisses my forehead, then my cheeks, then my jaw. Each touch is gentle, like he is trying to soothe me.
"Take a deep breath, Sasha." His voice is rough and firm. I draw air into my lungs until my chest feels full. "Calm down. Relax your body. Ahh fuck. You are so tight you might break me."
I do not know if I should laugh or cry but my lips curve a little. At least I am not the only one feeling pushed to the edge. I wrap my arms around him and press my face to his chest. The quiet settles between us for minutes. Then I pull back and look at him.
"You can move now." I say it so softly I am not sure he hears me. He smiles and kisses my forehead again.
"Good job, wife." I have no time to answer. He pulls out slowly then pushes back in and a long moan tears from my throat.
"Heunghhh." My vision blurs as pleasure washes over the pain, sharp and sweet. The spot his fingers never reached is hit with every thrust. I come undone fast, my body clenching around him.
I am embarrassed by how quickly it happens but he does not slow. Instead he eases his pace, drawing out each wave of feeling. Warmth coils in my belly and spreads through me. I shiver and press my teeth into my lip, my eyes closed.
How does he know exactly what I need? He groans, his muscles tight as he speeds up again.
"You are so tight, Sasha." I cannot help but move with him, rolling my hips to meet his each time.
"Oh Lord. It feels so good." I cry out and shame is gone completely. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room—raw and real and perfect. I want this every day.
"Ohh Angelo. I am close again." I cling to his neck and gasp the words into his ear.
"Yeah. Cum with me wife." He whispers and his rhythm grows fast and hard. With one deep push I let go, screaming his name as my body locks up once more.
"Ohhhhh." I am so tired my limbs feel heavy. I fall back onto the floor and he pulls out. I feel his warmth splash across my face.
He has finished outside me and I let out a deep breath. I close my eyes, ready to sleep, but then his hand slides under my shirt. He cups my breast and squeezes gently.
My eyes snap open and he is looking down at me, a grin on his face. My shirt is pushed up now and my bra peeks out, showing the curve of my chest.
"What? Did you think we were done?" he asks. My mouth falls open.
"We are not?" I say it in a small squeak and he laughs. The sound is low and rich and makes me shiver all over.
I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip as he pulls down my bra. He exposes me fully before leaning in to take a nipple between his teeth.
"Of course not. We have only just started Sasha."
Dear heavens. This will not kill me. Will it?