Page 37 of Scars of the Sun
He slid further in, continuing to give me reassurances and commands. I focused my mind on his words, on the purr that was starting to rumble through both of us, until my hips loweredthe last inch and met his. “Fuck,” I breathed and pulled away from my hiding spot to look between us.
Sure enough, Río was all of the way inside, my body full. I clenched around him and moaned at the fullness that responded. The burning was nearly gone now, and left in its wake was the exhale offinally.
Río threw his head back and cursed. “Mierda. Do that again.” It hadn’t been conscious, but I was able to will my walls to tighten around him again, and we both groaned from either side of the pleasure we were sharing together.
As if my body knew just what to do, and maybe it did, I pressed up on my knees, rising just enough for air to kiss the backs of my thighs, and sank back down. The movement made the piercing and girth of him known, forcing a longer, louder noise from my lungs.
His palms and claws remained on my hips, exerting enough pressure to remind me of their presence but allowing for the rhythm to be set by me. Noises of slick friction rang out between us as I went from tentative movements to full-on riding him.
The sharp, sweet physicality of it blanketed my mind in desire and lust to get to the top. My eyelids pressed together, and I tightened my fist in his hair while I rose and plummeted over and over.
Río placed wet kisses and licks while he growled underneath me, affected by this just as much as I was. I chased it, racing toward the crest that he was pushing into me with every thrust of his hips. The pain of his claws just deepened everything, and when I felt them break my skin, I cursed in joy.
“Just like that, Princess, fuck yourself on my cock. You take it so well.” He added more force behind his movements, pulling me down harder and thrusting upward in a way that was tearing me apart. Someone was chanting in hoarse screams formore, harder, more,and it took me too long to realize that it was me.
Río obliged, shoving my release closer and closer, and when he added a spit-slicked thumb to press between my legs, fireworks danced behind my eyes.
While every muscle tensed and I lost all semblance of self, Río pounded into me, running up to meet me in ecstasy. He let loose a scratchy shout that was more growl than anything, and I could feel his cock lock and fire inside of me, filling the condom while we fell together.
The smell of my blood soothed me instead of sending me into a spiral of familiar self-loathing, and I accepted the clawed thumb that he forced between my lips. Mind hazy and loopy, I licked myself off of his finger, teasing the sharp edges that’d been so gentle with the softest parts of me.
Fluttering my lids open while he traced the plush flesh of my lip, I adjusted to the brighter darkness of the room. Immediately, I homed in on the set of pale yellow eyes hooded by black lashes. His pupils and irises were just as black, but what had been the whites of human eyes before were now a glowing pastel color.
I hadn’t seen Río’s shifter form yet, and I wondered if the half-shift of his eyes matched the color of his fur. Would the spots be the exact same color as his hair?
He placed a tender kiss on the point of my chin. “Let me go trash the condom,” he commanded, and I nodded silently, lifting slowly and letting his softening dick slide out of me. I fought down the bits of embarrassment that tried to trickle in as I shuffled off of his lap and unwrapped my arms from around him.
Río stood and slipped the condom off of himself while heading toward the kitchen. The apartment was small—I could see all corners of it from where I sat—but it felt so much like him. Clothes were tossed haphazardly, but only in the area of the loft where I’d caught sight of a large mattress with a low bed frame.A stack of books rested on the beaten up coffee table in front of me.
Before I could start examining what Río elected to read in his downtime, his lean hips filled my line of vision. His jeans were still unbuttoned, and the red fabric of his boxer briefs matched the color of a small bleeding heart beside the V leading to his crotch.
Río gripped my jaw and forced my neck to crane up towards him. I went willingly. His lids were lowered more than usual, and I wondered what he’d look like truly sleepy. Río was either intense or cocky and cracking jokes, but I imagined that he was different when he was alone and at his most vulnerable.
“How was that for a first time, Princess?”
He was being so casual about it. I didn’t give a shit about myvirginity, or lack thereof now, but the fact that he was acknowledging it made heat rise to my cheeks. “Do you even have to ask?” Though I didn’t doubt him, I’d always had in the back of my mind that my first time would be a throwaway. Something that would probably be mediocre at best. An obstacle to get to the truly good stuff.
Leave it to this asshole to have me skip that awkward phase altogether. I came so hard that I was pretty sure I stopped breathing there for a while.
Río sank to his knees, just like that, and pushed my thighs apart. Insecurity flashed quick, and I tried to push them back together. But he didn’t let me. He took the back of my knees and pulled them toward himself, slouching me down into the couch.
“Nah. If I believed in God, I would say I’m pretty sure you saw Her up close and personal just now.”
He hooked my legs on his shoulders, eyes between my thighs where he’d just been. I squirmed under his gaze. Being inside of me was different than this. I wasn’t even sure what to beinsecureabout, but when he wiggled a clawless thumb between my labia, I sucked in a sharp breath. “Shut up.”
He ignored me, pressing down on my clit. My toes curled in the air, and I bit down on my lip to not give him the satisfaction of the moan that threatened to slip out.
“Are you hurting?” He replaced his finger with a delicate flicker of his tongue that had my head dropping back on the couch cushions. I lost the very short battle to stifle my reaction to him, and a whine shook out. “Hm?”
He didn’t go further, and I looked down in frustration. Río’s hair was cascading around his shoulders and down his back, like the rolls of ocean waves. He cocked a brow, waiting.
“Um,” I had to think for a second to remember his question and took stock of my body. There was a dull throbbing that I’d been completely ignoring. “Not really. A little sore, maybe.” I was surely blushing, now, but he didn’t make fun of me for it.
He directed his attention back to between my legs. “You’re bleeding a little.” For a second, I panicked that my period had started or something, but I remembered that some blood after was possible.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
Río took the moment to give a long, slow drag with his tongue, ending with quick circles that had my body electrified. My back arched, weight mostly resting on my elbows.