CHAPTER HUNDRED TEN
Enya pov
Whatever it was, I loved the feeling! Just a mere touch, and I'm burning up, yet Vince somehow knows how to touch me the right way. He makes me feel something I've never felt before, and as soon as I feel something building inside me like I'm about to jump over the edge, he stops.
He steps out of the tub, but I don't dare look at him. Then, Vincent slides his arms under me and lifts me out of the water. His previous warning echoes in my head when I feel the need to cover myself. All this time, I've thought that I'm disgusting, that my body is nothing Vincent wants to see, but as always, he proves me wrong. His eyes take me in like I'm the most beautiful thing he gets to see. Vincent carries me to the bed and carefully lays me on it. He pauses as his eyes scan every little, or big, imperfection I've tried to hide, but there's no disgust visible on his facial features. Instead, I watch a man admire me.
Ever so slowly, Vincent hovers over me and presses his lips to mine. My hands instantly reach for the back of his neck to pull him closer. I feel Vince smiling against my lips, and that alone gives me a boost of self-confidence. He breaks the kiss and whispers, "Last chance." If I have learned anything about him- Vincent is an honest man. He doesn't back down and does his best to accommodate my needs, even when they seem unreasonable.
"I didn't change my mind," I whisper, fully aware of the decision I make. I'm not in heat; I am not begging for his touch to get rid of the pain. Now, I want him because I'm ready to accept Vince completely.
His hand slides between my legs, and I feel his finger at my entrance. I expect the same thing he did in the bathtub, but instead, he slides his finger inside me. A low growl leaves his lips once he's all the way in, and though I'm still confused as to how everything is supposed to go down, he slowly withdraws his finger and slides it back in. I close my eyes and try to relax; I know when my body is tense, it hurts even more, no matter what. "You're so wet," Vince growls. My eyes immediately pop open and meet his. Once again, I see his eyes shift between colours. "Just lay back, relax, and enjoy it, I need to stretch you a little so I don't hurt you," Vince explains. I raise an eyebrow, and as he adds another finger, he answers my silent question. "It's pretty obvious that my cock is much thicker and bigger than one finger." My cheeks turn bright red as Vince appears like he's saying the most usual thing in the world. I'm embarrassed for him, but I suppose some people are more open and straightforward than others.
Vince's finger hits a spot, and an unexpected moan escapes my lips. I quickly slap my hands over my mouth to keep quiet. However, that's definitely not what he wants. Vincent withdraws his fingers, pulls my hands away from my face, and in the blink of an eye, he slides his fingers past my lips. I watch him wide-eyed as he grins. "You deserve the first taste, but now, it's my turn," the statement seems ridiculous until I realise the fingers he shoved into my mouth are the same ones that were inside me a moment ago.
I keep quiet; there's no way I'm opening my mouth to say something stupid and ruin the mood. Vince winks at me, and his lips assault my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access, but I had no idea what he had in mind when he said he would get a taste of me. His lips travel down my body until he reaches my breasts. With one hand, Vince cups my breast while his tongue circles the nipple of my other breast. His tongue traces circles until Vince traps my nipple between his teeth. He's gentle, and though the action surprises me, a moan escapes my lips after the gasp of shock. Vince nibbles and sucks on my nipple as waves of strange pleasure travel through my body. Once he's done with one, his lips move to the other, and his hand grabs the breast he just sucked on. One of my nipples is trapped between his lips while he twirls the other with his fingers. I never thought a woman could feel this good just because a man is playing with her nipples, but I'm sure there are more things he'll show me.
Vince runs his lips from my chest down to my stomach, leaving sloppy kisses along the way. "Open wide," he growls against my skin. At first, I don't understand what he wants me to do until Vince groans and slides his hand down my leg. Vincent rises a little, looks down at my sex, smirks, grabs my knees, and forces my legs wide open. I stare at him like he's a madman, but my mate doesn't care. He sticks to the plan in his head; no explanations needed. His mouth devours my sex. Vince slides a finger inside me as his tongue glides over my clit. Just a few movements and I'm a moaning mess. I cling to the sheets and nearly cry out as his teeth nibble on my clit. He increases the pace. My eyes almost fall back into their sockets as his mouth devours me like I am the meal of his lifetime.
The same feeling slowly builds inside me. My breathing quickens, deepens, and becomes a little frantic. I cry out in pleasure, about to jump over the edge and enjoy the culmination. Yet, just a second before I reach it, Vince stops- his mouth is no longer near my sex, his fingers pull back from me, and suddenly his lips are attacking mine again. His mouth is covered in my juices, but I don't give a damn for as long as he lets me feel these things and kisses me with such passion. Vincent positions himself between my legs, I feel something warm at my entrance, and the next moment, I cry out in pain. Tears run down my cheeks as I try to push Vince away, but he doesn't budge. Vince leans to my neck and whispers, "Trust me; it's better to do it fast than to torture you until you are all stretched out and fit me. Take a breath, relax, get used to the size, and once you are ready, we will move on. Don't be afraid, and don't try to push me away, because baby, once we can carry on- I'll make you see stars. I'll make you feel everything that you thought was impossible. Trust me on this one; I know what I'm doing." If that's how he explains it, he must know what's better. He has a point. Whenever I had a dislocated shoulder, it was better to get it back in place faster than to move it back slowly. I know these things aren't alike, but that's the closest example I can think of.
The pain subsides, the tears no longer burn my eyes, and finally, I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding. "Better?" Vince whispers. I swear, this man knows me way too well, and the way he feels my body is unreal. I nod but don't say a word. I can't trust my voice anymore.
Vince rises above me, looks into my eyes and whispers. "I'll start slowly, just relax. It might still hurt a little, but soon enough, you'll notice the pain turning into pleasure." I quickly nod. I'm not that eager to feel that pain again, but the look in his eyes tells more than a thousand words. He's struggling, fighting to hold himself back while I'm acting like a whiny baby. I wanted this; I kept insisting that I was ready, so I'll show him that my words weren't empty promises.
I place my hands on his chest and slowly slide them down his abs as Vince closes his eyes. I bite my bottom lip and move my hips a little to assure him that we can continue. He sees through my plan instantly. Vince looks down at me, his eyes boring into mine, and he slowly pulls away. Though my face contorts a little, he keeps on assuring me that the pain will settle, and soon it'll be gone. Vince moves his hips slowly and leans down to kiss me. I'm so grateful he's doing this- helping me silence the whimpers of pain.
A few more minutes pass before he hits the same spot, and suddenly the pain is forgotten, and pleasure explodes inside me. The whimpering disappears and is replaced by moans, one louder than the other. Vince breaks the kiss and grins as he picks up the pace. I try to force a hand over my mouth, but he quickly stops me. "No, I want to hear how good I make you feel." He growls and forces his member deeper inside me. I didn't think it was possible, but the man is full of surprises.
"Vincent!" I cry out in pleasure. Right as his name passes my lips, Vince growls and starts pounding inside me like a madman. He's rough, fast, and aggressive, but I love the way he makes me feel.
"You're so fucking tight, God," Vince groans in between pants and grunts. I look at him and smirk as my hands quickly reach for his hips. Something comes over me, and I have an irresistible urge to be the one on top. Maybe he can read my mind, or perhaps he's just good at guessing, but Vince slides his arm under my back and pulls me close to him. As he does, his member fills me thoroughly, and I nearly cry out in pleasure. Vince turns us around so that I'm on top of him. I watch him rest his weight on his elbows as he winks at me. "Do your worst, Hell Flame," amusement drips from his words, but I take them as a challenge.
This may be my first time with a man, but I won't make it stop me. Slowly, I begin to move my hips in circular motions. I place my hands on his chest for support and lift my body, only to let it fall the next moment. From the look on his face, I can tell I'm doing something right, so I try to pick up the pace the same as he did. The strange feeling overtakes me again, I can feel the culmination nearing, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. Vince sits up, grabs my hips and lifts my body up and down like I weigh nothing. His mouth cups my breast, and his tongue laps my nipple as I feel his erection getting a little bigger with each thrust we meet. I throw my head back and moan as my arms wrap around Vince's neck. I feel his lips move from my chest up to my neck. He traces kisses until he settles in one spot and smirks against my skin. A scream passes my lips before I register what happened. Vince forced his teeth into my flesh. Though I'm still riding him, I feel no pleasure, only pain. But then Vincent growls, and the plain settles to be replaced by an intense wave of pleasure. I scream his name as I hit the climax, and I'm pretty sure he does the same. I feel something hot fill me up, but I don't care because all I can see are the stars Vincent promised to show me.