Riley POV
The pain is too much for me to bear. It's causing me to beg, to plead with my mate to make it stop. To do anything to make it stop. He's hesitant. He's too much of a gentleman to take what he fears is too precious to lose and part of me loves him for that, but another part of me is reckless, throwing caution to the wind and wanting the pain to end, no matter what it takes to make it. I need him. I need him to help me. I give another sharp cry and see him wince as he tries to fight the urge to do what his Lycan is urging him to do.
"Please" I whimper, staring up at him with a beseeching expression as he wavers "Please, I want you to. I want you to" I repeat when he stiffens and stills.
"But..." he begins to argue and I interrupt, another surge of what feels like electricity surging through my body and causing tears to come to my eyes.
"Please, make it stop" I begged, and he moved, so fast he was a blur, picking me up and cradling me gently as he put me on the bed.
Just one touch from him and it felt like the heat began to fade. The second he removed his hand, it was back again. I whimpered as he began to slowly take off my shorts, pulling them down and flinging them to the floor. I sat up and pulled my shirt off, never breaking contact with his eyes, and flung it to the floor and he inhaled sharply. He swung himself over me as I lay back down on the bed again, his hands gently touching and roaming over my body, causing me to relax as I began to experience tingles all over. This, this was so much better. I bit my lip as he began to kiss my stomach and navel, his hands gently squeezing and caressing my skin, going down my legs and thighs, causing me to moan and stiffen.
"You're so beautiful" he murmured.
I felt his hands gently hook beneath my underwear and swiftly remove it, leaving me exposed to his gaze. I tried to clamp my thighs shut, but he shook his head and then gently pried them apart while I blushed.
"So perfect" he purred, while I gasped, feeling his lips near my mound before he slowly licked the folds, causing me to arch my back in shock, a startled gasp escaping from my mouth.
It felt so good. His hands kept my thighs pried apart as he bent his head and began to slowly lick me, circling my clit and gently stroking the folds of my vagina with his fingertips, causing me to shudder and moan out loud. My head flung itself back. My hands clenched uselessly at the bedcovers. He was patient, and gentle, stroking me over and over with his tongue as I mewled from the coarse sensation and fought the urge to push him away.
"Delicious" he smirked, while I stared up at him helplessly.
He continued to eat me out as though he was savoring a tasty meal and soon my legs were quivering as my pleasure increased and he continued to pleasure me with no signs of stopping anytime soon.
"Bailey" I pleaded, not sure what it was I was feeling, but knowing something was going to happen.
Whatever it was, I sensed I was close. "Please" I began to wriggle and felt his hands clamp around my thighs and hold them tightly there "I can't..." I choked out.
"Let go" he whispered, and I shuddered as he began to flick his tongue over my clit, causing me to shriek and buck on the bed.
Gods, it was too much. It was all too much. I could feel this unbearable tension inside of my body, like it was coiling inside of itself and I began to sob, feeling something come over me. I needed, I needed...
I screamed his name as my first-ever orgasm tore through me. My body shook violently as he kept my thighs spread apart. He was ruthless. He continued to pleasure me, prolonging the orgasm until I was left panting and gasping, spent on the bed, overcome with emotion from the pleasure I'd received and shaking all over. There were juices dripping down my thigh and I felt wet between my legs. I lay there, watching as Bailey slowly got up and began to strip off his clothes.
He was quick and methodical. I looked at him and my eyes widened as I took in the size of him, feeling my chest tighten. He wasn't going to fit. There was no way, something that large was going to fit inside of me. It was impossible, I thought wildly. He slowly climbed back over me and touched my cheek, kissing me. Pleasure, pure unadulterated pleasure shot through me.
One touch and I was quivering. The heat was gone. All I could do was feel. My hands began to explore on their own, touching him all over with an enthusiasm that was new to me. His skin was smooth, but rough in places where scars littered his back. I traced the scars while he touched me lovingly all over, leaving me panting and gasping for breath.
It felt so good. He kissed the nape of my neck and I closed my eyes, feeling the roughness of his lips and the gentleness of the kiss mingling with one another. His hand slowly reached down and cupped my breast, massaging it and sending another jolt of pleasure through me. There was not an inch of my body that he was left untouched as he continued to kiss me, here there, and everywhere.
I wanted him. My body was hazy with desire. I swallowed thickly.
"Bailey, please" I whispered while he continued to explore my body.
There was a look of determination on his face. I ground up against him in encouragement and heard him inhale sharply.
"Temptress" he groaned while I tried not to grin at him.
"Please" I begged, "you're killing me."
He trailed a finger down my cheek, his eyes narrowing "so impatient. Your first time is meant to be special" he chided, even as I felt his cock against my entrance, "and I don't want to hurt you" he admitted lowly "I don't have much experience with virgins."
The heat was beginning to come back. I parted my legs wider and looked at him with something akin to desperation. I was practically ready to climb on top of him at this rate. I wrapped my legs around my waist and urged him with small rocking motions. He growled, his eyes darkening further.
"You tempt me too much" he groaned, kissing me swiftly on the mouth.
I felt him lining up at my entrance and fighting back the urge to tense, knowing it would hurt more if I did.
He slowly pushed inside. My mouth gaped open as I felt him push, his size making me feel as though I was stuffed. He kept his eyes on me the whole time, ensuring I was okay as he continued to penetrate me and I grasped his back, my nails digging in lightly as he advanced. I felt something tear, felt a sharp stinging pain, and gave a small cry as my back arched and he paused. He'd broken the hymen. I panted as he hesitated.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes" I gasped as the pain faded and was replaced by pleasure "you can keep going" I urged, rocking my hips.
He slid inside, to the hilt and then paused again, before beginning to move as my mouth opened in shock. Pleasure reverberated through my body. With each thrust, I could feel him and my body responded. My nails dug into his back, drawing blood. His eyes stared intently into mine, watching me react as I began to pant and mewl.
"More" I begged, rocking against him as he let out a low growl "please, more Bailey."
He thrust in harder, his arms keeping him strongly above me as he continued, while I moaned in pleasure.
I had never envisioned that making love could be this good. Not in a million years. I didn't know if it was the mate bond, the fact I was in heat, or him that made it this dizzyingly spectacular but I wasn't about to complain. All I could do was feel him, moving inside of me and the accompanying pleasure that shot through me with every touch and thrust. I whimpered, my body arching on the bed before another orgasm ripped through me, Bailey's name ripped from my lips.
"Bailey!"
He swore and continued to thrust while my walls clenched tightly around his cock. He looked as though he was struggling for control as I convulsed around him. I cried out and then he began to stiffen.
"Fuck" he groaned as I came again, my body quivering and then he spilled his seed inside of me, before slowly and cautiously withdrawing from me, a look of concern over his face.
I collapsed on the bed, feeling normal again, even as I struggled to move, my body aching in places I'd never felt before.