by S. L. Naeole
“Jesus,” I hissed at the stretch he put me through.
“So fucking tight,” he said in reply as he slid his fingers in and out of me with concentrated motions. “So deliciously tight.”
My body was ready. My body was hungry for him there. He knew it, too. So when he pulled his cock out of my wet channel and his fingers out of my ass, I shook with need and excitement that caused the bed to quake. And then the blunt head of him was there, right at my puckered entrance, and with controlled pressure, he slid into me in measured inches.
It burned. I knew it would. But the burn was only a compliment to the fullness of him and the pleasure I felt because of it as my body slowly relaxed.
“Victoria,” I heard him gasp and my body clenched up with need. “Oh fuck, Victoria. So…so fucking good.”
He slid in more and more, deeper into me than anything I’ve felt before. The minute he reached the hilt of his shaft, the minute I felt the hard flatness of his belly touch the top curve of my ass cheeks, I came again. Just knowing that he’d put his entire length inside of me was enough to send me careening into such amazing bliss that I screamed his name.
Encouraged by my reaction, he started moving inside of me. Slowly at first, allowing my body to adjust to his foreign assault and retreat. Each tight slide drew out groans from us, deep, guttural sounds that buried me in his gravel and him in my grit. Then, without warning, he began to speed up. Faster and faster, each piston action sending another jolt of pleasure through me. I was fucking coiled so tight within moments and wanted him to come with me. One thrust, two, and then I reached between my legs to grab his balls. He loved it when I played with them, rolling them against my palm during foreplay and when I went down on him, but I wasn’t so gentle when I felt myself teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm. Instead, I squeezed, almost crushed them and heard his guttural cry as he slammed into me and came.
At the first jet of his semen, my body pulsed and vibrated like the physical embodiment of a strobe light. I screamed and jerked with each throb, one hand clutching at the duvet cover on the bed while the other rolled his balls between my fingers and palm.
“I fucking love you, Victoria,” Mal shouted as he pumped through his orgasm. “I fucking love you so much.” Each syllable, each word fell on a thrust and each thrust triggered another round of quaking that collapsed my knees and lowered my ass, which only acted to pull Mal closer to me.
My voice was muffled by the bed, but he heard me when I cried out, “I love you, Mal. Oh God, do I fucking love you.”
Slowly he stopped moving against me, his semi-hard cock slipping out of me as he took my hips into his hands and then turned me over. We were both damp with sweat, my body involuntarily pushing out his essence onto the bed beneath me, but I loved it. I loved the feeling of everything he did to me.
He was breathing hard. So was I. We both stared into each other’s eyes as he placed his hand on my heart, feeling the riotous thumping beneath my skin. I felt too languid, too weak to do anything but watch him, mouth how much I loved him as his hand trailed slowly over one breast, some ribs, before resting on my belly.
We smiled then, and I finally trapped his hand with mine. “So, what do you think? Boy? Girl?”
There was barely a bump beneath his palm, an almost imperceptible mound that hinted at our treasure, our little secret that we’d chosen to keep to ourselves for at least a little while longer. The world knew what had happened to me. The world knew what they thought was everything about Mal. They even knew about our engagement—officially—before we’d had a chance to tell our friends. They knew about our canceled wedding plans and my old apartment. They knew about his old apartment, too.
But they didn’t know this.
Our baby.
And we vowed that they’d know as little as they could. Between the two of us, we vowed that from now on, our family, our baby would be off limits.
Untouchable.
To my favorite. This year marks twenty-two years of loving you and being loved by you. Every single day with you has been a journey of learning and loving. What Aristotle said is true: love is composed of two halves of the same soul. I’m so glad that we’re each that other half. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for standing with me. Thank you for being everything to me exactly when I needed it. Thank you for blessing me with four beautiful mites, for supporting me on this crazy writing journey, and for always inspiring my words. I love you love you.
To my wrench. If not for you, there’d be no reason for me to write this book. You introduced me to the love of my life, comforted me when my heart was broken, and then cheered me on when things finally went right. We survived distance, ex-boyfriends, pregnancies, and high school together, and we did it looking good! I will always love you, no matter what else life throws our way, because there is no other option in life.
To my tita. How can I express in words just how grateful I am for the ridiculous advice boards and even more insane amateur professional advice gurus that brought you into my life? Your friendship has been such an integral part of my life for over a decade now and I honestly cannot imagine my life without you in it. You are the sister I never knew I always needed, and the friend I knew I’d never truly deserve. Thank you for always being willing to read what I write, and for being so honest with your opinion. This book owes a lot to you.
To my children. I love you guys so much, but if you don’t clean the bathroom I’m changing the wi-fi password.
To my readers. Let’s face it; without you guys, it doesn’t matter what I write because it would never be read. You are the ones who give my words power. You are the ones who breathe life into these characters. Until then, they are simply words on paper. Thank you every single day from the bottom of my heart for allowing me to do what I love, and for always being there to support me in what I do.
Grace Series (complete)
Falling From Grace
Bird Song
Black Halo
Grace of Day
Faeble Novels
Gossamer
Damselfly
Radiance (coming soon)
Black Robin Trilogy
Quiver
Belonging Trilogy
Dark Veil
Dark Need (coming soon)
Sweet Trilogy
Sweet Silence
Sweet Malice (coming soon)
