\[Rosco’s POV\]
Make love to her.
Make love to her.
Make fucking love to her.
Denali was asking me to make love to her. Smirking, I stare down into her darkening eyes while her heat presses against me, tempting me to take her with each passing minute.
Make love. I didn’t want to fucking make love. I wanted to fuck her within an inch of her life until her pretty mouth was screaming my name and her nails were tearing my skin to shreds. But I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do that—not tonight, not right now. Since Denali was new to all of this, I was going to have to control myself.
“Alright,” I murmur, leaning down and kissing her lips. “Just try to relax.”
Nodding, Denali starts to relax against the bed beneath me while I reach down and palm myself so that I can start to rub my tip along her clit to her core again and again until soft moans are escaping her lips. Once I’m sure that she is relaxed enough, I position myself at her opening and then push.
Instantly, I’m met with resistance from just how fucking tight she is and from the whimpers of pain that escape her. I know that this isn’t pleasant, but the only way we could get to the good stuff was for her to go through this.
“If it becomes too much, don’t hesitate to tell me,” I say, gently pushing myself in little by little while her walls squeeze me. “I don’t want to hurt you too much.”
“I’m okay,” Denali rasps, reaching up and wrapping her arms around my neck. “Don’t stop.”
Dammit. She looked so perfect lying there with that half-smile and that look of determination. It made me want to wreck her even more. Even though I told her I was more than willing to take things slow, all I wanted to do was possess her completely, mind, body, and soul. I wanted to make sure that every fucking inch of her remembered me and belonged to me. I wanted to ruin this angel beneath me until she was a demon, but I couldn’t do that, and it was frustrating.
I never had this issue with other women. I would just do whatever the fuck I wanted to do and not think twice about it. I didn't care about any intimate feelings, so just like this was all new for Denali, it was also all new for me.
Pushing aside the beast that wants to awaken in me, I continue to move until I feel the same resistance I encountered during our first meeting. Instantly, images of that day appear, filling my head with the look of hurt and fear that was fixed on Denali’s face. However, unlike that time, all I can see is trust and desire, which spur me to push as hard as I can until I feel it tearing.
Beneath me, Denali lets out a gasp of shock while her nails dig into my skin. She bites her lip to try to stop the exclamation of pain that wants to escape, and I find myself wanting to stop this completely because it was clear I was hurting her, but instead of stopping, I begin to slowly pump.
“Still good?” I ask, being as gentle as I can. “If it hurts too much, I’ll stop.”
“Don’t,” she gasps. “Please don’t stop.”
“Alright.”
I begin to pick up my pace while Denali’s body relaxes more and more until I’m sure that the pain is subsiding and she is actually beginning to feel good. Only then do I start to thrust harder and harder until I’ve got a decent pace going.
In the past, I had fucked plenty of women, but none of those times compared to this one. It was like I was feeling our connection on a whole new level. Once again, Fabian’s mention of mates pops into my head, and I can’t help but wonder if he is actually right. Was I not only feeling my own pleasure and enjoyment but also Denali’s? I couldn’t be sure.
Looking down, I take in her face and find that it is filled with wonder over what is happening.
“Rosco,” she murmurs, pulling on me so that our lips can meet. “You don’t have to be so gentle with me.”
Didn’t have to be gentle? Did she know what she was saying right now? It was taking so much fucking restraint to not plow into her, and here she was encouraging me to do just that.
“Now isn’t the time,” I counter, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her against me while I lean back on my heels. “Since it is your first time, I’m not going to go all out.”
I wait as Denali considers my words, and when she gives a small nod, I know that she isn’t going to take offense or overthink this.
“Okay,” she whispers, beginning to move her hips. “But I expect you to show me what you’re really capable of in the future.”
“Those are big words coming from a virgin,” I chuckle, sliding my hands down to her ass and squeezing. “But be prepared.”
Finished speaking, Denali begins to move on me, setting the pace of our lovemaking, and to my surprise, she seems to be a natural bouncing on my lap while I watch her perfect breasts bob up and down with her movements.
Soon, I can feel myself growing closer due to her speed and just how tightly her walls squeeze me.
“That’s enough,” I husk, attempting to pull her off of me only for her to tighten her hold on me so that she remains in place. “Are you suggesting I cum in you, princess?”
“You want an heir, right?” She responds, giving me a look of certainty. “Then cum in me.”
“Fuck,” I snarl, leaning forward so that she is once again pressed beneath me while I take control again, until finally I’m exploding inside of her while her walls convulse around me. “Don’t regret your decision,” I huff once she has managed to milk every last drop.
“I won’t,” she assures me. “But in return, you’re not allowed to leave me if you suddenly find someone better.”
“There is no better,” I chuckle. “There never has been.”
At my words, a look of curiosity crosses Denali’s features, but I don’t bother elaborating. Now wasn’t the time to reveal that she and I had technically met in the past, even when it was simply a strange fixation on my part. She was finally beginning to trust me on a different level from allies or even comrades, and I didn’t want to ruin that by revealing that I was, for all intents and purposes, a stalker. Maybe in the future, when she and I had absolutely no barriers between us, I would reveal my obsession with her.