She doesn’t answer for a few moments. Her eyes are still closed, and I’m certain she went back to sleep when she finally answers softly. “Please… don’t hurt me.”

“I wasn’t planning on it. At least not tonight.” If it was up to me, I would never cause her any pain.

“What are you doing?” she murmurs when my lips brush against her cheek, then I move down her jaw and brush against my throat.

“Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

She shivers in response, her body moving against mine, causing a delicious friction.

“You're so beautiful,” I whisper, placing another kiss against her collarbone. “So perfect.”

Moving down to her breasts, I take one in my hand while gently sucking on the other.

“Oh god,” she moans, and I can’t help but chuckle against her skin. I roll my tongue against her nipple, and she bucks her hips.

“Let's see if you taste as good as you look.” I trail open-mouthed kisses down her flat stomach to her hot mound. “Such a pretty pussy.”

Then my tongue is on her clit. I flatten out my tongue against the small bundle of nerves, making her squirm again.

“Yes... Colt...” She buries her finger into my hair, raking her sharp nails over my scalp.

“You taste so sweet. Like honey.”

I work her clit until her thighs shiver and her back arches. When I know she is about to come, I suck harshly, pushing her over the edge. She moans my name as she comes apart on my tongue.

Her body relaxes back into the mattress, and I slowly make my way back up over her stomach, her breasts, and her throat. “I love making you come.” I kiss her cheek, then cover her mouth with mine, wondering if she can taste herself.

Lining myself up with her entrance, I rub the head of my cock against her, gathering the moisture there.

“Let me inside you,” I whisper between kisses. Groaning helplessly, she moves against me, only pouring gasoline into the already pit of control fire inside me. “I want to be inside you.”

“Yes,” she whispers, spreading her legs wider to make room for me.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, Colt…”

My chest swells with pride. She might hate me, but a part of her must like me as well.

Carefully, I push myself inside her. She’s wet enough to ease the way, but she’s still impossibly tight.

She raises her hands, placing her palms against my chest. “It hurts,” she whimpers, making me stop. It takes an enormous effort not to shove into her the way I want.

“Shhh, you’re doing good,” I soothe, peppering featherlight kisses over her face. “Just relax, and I promise it won’t hurt after this.”