Chapters (42)
- Cover
- Painful
- Books By S.C. Stephens
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
I shifted our bodies so I could press inside her, but then I paused, absorbing the moment. Kiera’s breath quickened as she anxiously waited for me to move. Feeling the ache building, I rested my forehead against hers, letting everything about her fill me: her heart, her soul, her love, her compassion. How was I so lucky? How did I get her to love me so much? Was there anything else in my life that made me feel like she did? No…nothing even came close. Not being on a stage, not being on this tour, not hanging out with my friends, not even meeting my sister, and definitely not being contacted by…
No. Stop.
But it was too late, the pain had leeched in. He doesn’t matter. Kiera was the only thing that mattered—she would always be the only thing that mattered. Not meaning to, I vaguely confessed my swirling thoughts. “Nothing…compares to this…” And nothing ever would.
Needing to reset my mind, I finally pushed into her. The explosion of pure bliss did the trick, and I was once again, fully in the moment. I dropped my head to Kiera’s shoulder as the euphoria overwhelmed me. She let out a strangled noise of restraint, trying to be silent. We slowly began to move together, but Kiera was like a coil of restless energy beneath me. I could feel her shaking, desperate to satisfy an ache she’d been holding onto for far too long. Much sooner than was typical for her, I could tell she was ready to let go but was stubbornly refusing to give in. Was she holding back for me? I didn’t want her to. I wanted her to fall apart. I wanted to feel it, wanted to see it. Gently grabbing her cheek, I made her look at me. “Don’t… Let go…” She shook her head, and I leaned down to whisper, “Don’t worry about me…let me give this to you…”
I pushed harder against her, and she lost the battle with her body. Her back arched as her walls clenched around me. She dug her fingers into my shoulder as she struggled to not make a sound. The look on her face as she lost herself in the ecstasy of it was…unbelievable. She’d never been more beautiful. And I’d never been so turned on. I didn’t want to come, didn’t want this to stop, but I desperately needed to now. “God, Kiera…God…that was…” That was too much. I need relief.