THE CONTROL: An Arranged Marriage Romance, Elena Monroe [have you read this book .txt] 📗

rise and fall quicker as he stared up at me—he wanted this too. He wanted this but the terrified look in his eyes begged me to be stronger for him, be the Eve he knew best, the one who ran into the dark expecting to slay our monsters.

I lifted and lowered myself slowly onto his hard thickness with my wrists still in his grip, right above his heart that I could feel pounding beneath my palms. We didn’t let our eyes drift from each other, as I adjusted myself to his size that was trying to break through my entrance. Bowen’s fingers dropped my wrists long enough to relocate to my hips, digging into my hip bones to try to keep me still.

Sitting further down, I felt the pain of the quiet pop of his tip finally push through my tightness when I stilled, taking in the feeling as I lowered further down onto his length. A silent scream got caught in my chest while I adjusted to him. Every part of me was too tight, he barely fit.

His breath was shaky at best and his hands were like handcuffs for my hips, but I knew if he broke the way I did—he would get to feel the same kind of high that wrapped around me like bravery. My hands on his shoulders were trying to keep me upright as I sunk deeper into this moment that I had waited so long for, and I felt his lips kiss the inside of my arm like a silent apology.

“Please, Bowen, please. I need you.” It came out as almost a whisper as I rocked my hips against his tight grip on me, still trying to keep me from moving too fast.

I could feel his mouth open against my throat before my hands pulled down the button up still covering his shoulders as I sped up my movements, relishing in the newfound pleasure.

“Goddamn it, Evey. Slow, fucking slow.” His hand found my face when his lips pressed to mine. He tasted sweeter than any pain and when his tongue conquered my mouth, I tasted the slowness he favored.

Slowing my hips down, I gasped at how full Bowen felt inside me. “How much slower can we go, Bowey? It’s been years without you.”

It was painful being a virgin at this age.

It was more painful begging my childhood best friend and husband to finally fuck me.

More painful than that was my stepbrother smelling that virginity and using it against me.

His fingers were going to leave bruises on my hips, but I didn’t care, it was worth it.

Taking his hands in mine, I dragged them up my bare body to my small, perky breasts that hadn’t really changed since puberty hit us when I left.

His mouth was open, soundless, and his features were soft while his hands tightened against my breasts. Leaning forward, his open mouth collided with my skin that felt like it was on fire when his tongue flicked my hard nipple. “Fuck, how does all of you taste this good? I don’t deserve you.”

Still rocking my hips, I gasped at how much further I had sunk down onto him. I should feel regretful that I didn’t really give him a choice—me, us, this, being the Bowey I wanted. His only choice was to cave or leave me rejected the way he always did.

I was too overwhelmed to pay attention to anything but how much swaying my hips had him rubbing my clit in the ways I knew would make me come.

I didn’t have anything to compare it to but poetry and the way it feeds your soul.

“Eve, are you okay?” His thumb brushed my cheek, and I hadn't even realized some stray tears leaked out when my eyes were closed. Pushing me over, I felt the soft bed hug me with Bowen between my legs, still deep within me.

Nodding, I was praying he wouldn’t stop when I felt my chest give up on controlling my breath.

“We can stop. That’s enough. I’m not going to hurt you.” I could hear the crack of emotion in his voice.

Grabbing his biceps, his hands holding himself up more than necessary, practically running away without pulling out, I held on tightly hoping he’d never let go. “It's a good painful. A kind of painful that could erase all the other pain. Please don’t stop, Bowey.”

His tongue licked his lips, and I felt his eyes drift down to my chest. Gaining more leverage, I felt his knees push into the backs of my thighs as his hips thrusted into mine brutally, making me gasp for air. I didn’t know I could feel more repaired—my body, my soul, my heart.

“You’re beautifully painful, Evey. Fuck.”

I forced my eyes to stay open, taking in his face that gave up trying to hide how he felt. His mouth was gaping open, his muscles tense and tight, and something in his eyes liked how painful this felt because we knew it was going to change things.

“Is that what you like, Bowey? You can tell me,” I whispered between us as my legs wrapped around the back of his legs, bringing him closer. I was filling the silence around us just to ease the tension that hadn’t been satisfied yet.

Lowering down to his elbows, I could feel how jagged his breath was against my neck when he whispered back, “I’m more comfortable with pain… But you, Evey, are the opposite.”

A small smile crept over my lips when I felt his hips push harder into mine, massaging my sensitive clit. I felt the warmth crawl up my body that I recognized from masturbating all these years to what my mind imagined Bowey as.

In a failed attempt to tell him I was coming, I tightened my grip on his bicep and my back arched, knowing all