Page 156 of Blackwood

My body arches, shaking, mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. I come with his name on my lips, hands still buried in his hair like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth.

I’m still shaking, still riding the last waves of pleasure when he starts kissing his way back up my body—slow and filthy, like he’s worshiping the aftermath.

When he reaches my mouth, he hovers there, eyes locked on mine.

“Wanna know how fucking good you taste, baby?” he growls.

He kisses me deep. His tongue plunging into my mouth, letting me taste myself on him. Hot. Slick. Raw. I moan against him, already aching for more.

Lex pulls back, eyes gleaming with hunger as he sits up on his knees and stands beside the bed. I follow the motion with my eyes, still breathless as he slides his shorts down.

Holy shit.

Cade is big, no denying that. He’s plenty. More than enough to leave me breathless and aching in the best possible way. But Lex? Lex is built like a fucking weapon. Thick. Heavy. Veiny. A goddamn monster.

My eyes go wide. My lips part on instinct. There is no way that thing is going to fit without splitting me in two. I bite my lip without thinking, and of course he catches it. His eyes flicking down like a wolf spotting the first drop of blood.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby” he murmurs while stroking himself. “Not unless you’re ready to take every fucking inch.”

He climbs back over me, the tip of his cock sliding through my slick folds, teasing.

“I’ve been waiting for this for too damn long,” he mutters, voice low and wrecked.

Then he pushes in. Just the tip. Just enough to make me gasp.

“Ah!” I moan.

He doesn’t stop. Just keeps pressing forward, slow and steady, stretching me inch by impossible inch.

“Oh my God, Lex. It’s not… oh. Fuck. Lex, it’s not gonna fit—”

“Oh it’s gonna fit, baby,” he growls, eyes dark with promise. “I’ll make fucking sure of it.”

He’s big. Too big. It feels like I’m being split open, like he’s claiming a space in me no one’s ever touched.

My back arches. My nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood. My body fights and gives in all at once.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “You’re so fucking tight.”

And then, he’s in. All the way in and buried to the hilt. He groans like he’s been starving for this, forehead dropping to mine.

My breath comes out in shattered gasps. He stays buried in me for awhile. Unmoving. Letting me feel the stretch.

“I love you so much, malyshka,”he whispers as he kisses my forehead.

I blink up at him, heart doing cartwheels. “Wait, what does that mean?”

He smiles, brushing his knuckles over my cheek. “It meansbaby.In Russian.”

I can’t help the way my lips curve, soft and full of everything I feel for him. “I love you too.”

Then he pulls out. Fully. Just long enough to let me breathe. And slams right back in. Hard. Brutal. Like he’s trying to bury himself so deep I’ll never forget the shape of him. Never even think of another man without feeling him first.

My entire body jolts. A scream rips from my throat, raw and breathless. His rhythm is punishing. Relentless. Deep, fast, and desperate, like he’s not just fucking me, he’s taking what belongs to him.

“Lex, oh my God—”

“Feel that?” he growls, slamming in again, hand gripping my thigh to anchor me in place. “You feel who you belong to?”