Twist My Heart, Brooke Taylor [best 7 inch ereader TXT] 📗

he stroked the rounded edge of my breast with his knuckles. “What are you thinking, baby?”

My voice quivered. “You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen me before.”

“I haven’t,” he gritted out. His teeth bit into the foil corner of the package to keep it from dropping as he spoke. “Not like this.”

“But the ice bath?”

“You weren’t mine to look at like this then.”

“Nik, I’ve been yours since I first opened my eyes.”

“I could say the same thing, Thea.”

Sinking his fists into the bed at my sides, he locked his elbows straight so his muscular arms could brace his weight. His body rocked over mine, the slippery tip of his cock bumping back and forth over my clit, driving me insanely crazy. I grappled for a pillow and bit down on its corner as I came hard again.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to watching you come for me, but I can’t stand not being inside you another second.”

I felt him stand back up and heard him slide the condom on. I couldn’t even see straight anymore. My hair fell in loose tangles over my eyes and I was too weak from pleasure to push it aside. Holding his weight with one arm, he plowed his fingers through the wild mess, dragging it away. His face loomed in front of me as his tongue and teeth worked my lips over with hot, needy kisses.

“Ready, baby?”

I vaguely nodded. My focus centered on my sex, expecting to feel the heat of him entering me. Expecting to feel pain. Or pleasure. Or anything and everything but what I got—nothing.

My eyes opened to find him staring down. I sprang up on my elbows, as if possessed. My forehead nearly cracked into his nose. “Nikolas!”

His eyes pierced mine as he growled low and long. “When you say my name like that, all I can think about is ramming my cock into you and driving you as wild as you make me feel all the damn time.”

My voice came out raw with desperation. “Then why aren’t you?”

“I need to hear you say it.” His jaw flexed hard—this was it, the best of them all, the fuck-me flex. He lifted one tightly fisted hand from the mattress and with a swiping motion of those glorious fingers he gestured for me to hurry it up. His teeth gnashed down as his words came out on a throaty rasp. “Invite. Me. In.”

Despite the impassioned focus in his eyes, I managed to grin and ask, “Vampire rules?”

He nodded curtly. His lip twitching.

“Nikolas.” I smiled at his flared nostrils as he torqued his neck. On a feral snarl, he punched both fists hard into the mattress. My body bounced from the wake. I gripped his arms, shocked at the restraint and strength running through his stout veins. I really shouldn’t be teasing such a powerful man. That’s what made it so fun, though. “I invite you to ram your cock into me and drive me wild.”

“It’s going to hurt you enough going slowly. I’m not exactly…lightweight,” he said mocking my comment from back on the boulders over Estes Park. “But I assure you, when you’re ready, ramming will come.”

His face had the same tightness I felt as he gradually pushed into me. The stretching pain cut through my body, ripping a cry from the back of my throat.

Nik ducked his head, his raspy cheek nuzzling against my smooth one—sweet and rough all at the same time. He was holding back, no doubt aware that his thick cock, barely even inside me at this point, was splitting me in two. He rocked his body back and forth, side to side.

“Too tight,” he rumbled as his jaw popped dramatically. His teeth dragged over his lower lip as he tensed and panted. His green eyes were wild, yet deliberating.

I felt him start to pull away and summoned whatever energy hadn’t already been drained from me, dug my heels into his ass and bucked my hips hard into him. His jaw dropped on a groan as my body enveloped his, our hips colliding. A searing burn sliced through me, but my sharp cry morphed into a deep throaty moan at the wondrous sensation of him filling me and the pain becoming saturated in wet pleasure.

His eyes opened to mine, his brows lifted.

“Surprised?” I asked with a nervous, breathless giggle. When he didn’t move or respond, I commanded, “Breathe.”

* * * *

Breathe? Nik was afraid to move at all. Not only was he certain he’d hurt her, he was also confident if he so much as shifted, he’d explode. Having Thea wrapped around him was unlike anything he had ever imagined, and like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Her eyelids lulled as she scissored her hips, exploring the feel of him inside her. Not heeding the warnings in his brain, he maneuvered his hips, rocking them as her body accommodated his. He didn’t want to ever stop, but his thighs were already shaking and his spine was on fire. Fuck. Who was the virgin here? He wasn’t going to hold out much longer, and her body restricted his movement too much for this to be pleasurable for her yet. Shit, shit, shit…

He frantically reached between them, using his hand to help stimulate her clit. “I don’t want to rush you, baby, but I need you to come.”

She laughed. Laughed! He should’ve been taking offense, but the vibrations channeling into him nearly undid his fragile grip.

“Why?” Her eyes exuded a gentle compassion. Not exactly the look he wanted to see while having sex, but at least her laughter wasn’t mocking him. No, she was genuinely confused.

Shit. How to explain the horror of this situation? It was hard to think with balls this tight. Her soft, gasping breaths kept stealing his attention. Not to mention his cock jumping at every sharp, sexy squeak she’d make when he moved too much. His brows knitted together as his fingers desperately worked whatever magic they could. “I don’t want