Page 29 of Unearthed Dreams (Sable Point #3)

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth and nodded, unable to form words as anticipation coiled low in my belly. His muscled shoulders tensed beneath my palms.

“It might hurt.”

“I know.” The simple confirmation was breathy and desperate and wanton. The voice of a new me—one who knew what she wanted and was willing to risk a little pain for it.

Kai’s jaw clenched, the tendons in his neck standing out as he fought for control. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. “Fuck, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Frustration and need clashed inside me. My nails dug into his skin. “Kai?—”

His lips curved into that dangerous smile that never failed to make heat pool between my thighs. “I know . Fuck you, or you’ll scream. Demanding little thing.”

He rolled his hips and the tip of his… God, if I was going to be having sex, I needed to learn to say cock, at least in my own head

The tip of his cock nudged against my opening, then retreated, nudged again, and retreated.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to get in .”

I giggled. “Is sex supposed to be this funny? Or are we doing it wrong?”

Kai growled. “Knock it off. I’m trying to fuck you and not hurt you.”

“Oh, for crying out loud, would you stop treating me like I’m made of glass. Put your cock in me now.”

Kai’s hips stilled and his eyes doubled in size as he stared at me. “Did you just say ‘cock’?”

“Yes, I did. ”

“Jesus fuck, why is that so sexy? Say it again.” His hips resumed their rocking, faster and harder and more insistent this time.

Slowly, carefully punctuating each word in time with his hips, I said, “I”—thrust—"want”—thrust—“your”—thrust—“ cock ”—thrust—“inside”—thrust—“me.” By the time the last word made its way past my lips, he was buried to the hilt.

There was no sting, no pain. There had been, the first time his finger had slipped inside me, and a small bit of blood, but now, all I felt was a delicious stretch. A full feeling unlike anything his fingers could have given me.

My body adjusted to his size, that initial stretch giving way to something more demanding. The stillness between us crackled with tension as Kai held himself motionless above me, his muscles trembling with the effort.

“Okay?” His voice was strained, barely controlled.

I couldn’t form proper words, just nodded and hummed.

His hazel eyes searched my face, dark with desire but still so careful. “How do you feel?”

The fullness was foreign but not unpleasant. My body buzzed with unfamiliar sensations, making it hard to process. “Good?”

“Is that a question?” A muscle ticked in his jaw.

“I don’t know, can you just... move a little?”

He laughed, the sound tight with restraint, but his obvious struggle to hold back made me smile. I loved knowing I affected him this deeply. “Yeah, pretty girl, I can move.”

The first slow drag of his hips stole my breath. My fingers dug into his shoulders as sensation overwhelmed me. This was nothing like his fingers, nothing like my own explorations. This was...

Holy hell, this is what all the fuss is about.

Kai moved with careful control, each thrust measured and precise. His eyes never left my face, watching for any sign of discomfort. But there was none—only building pleasure as my body adjusted to the unfamiliar fullness.

“More,” I gasped, lifting my hips to meet his next thrust. “Please, Kai.”

“Jesus, you’re so tight,” he groaned, resting his forehead against mine. “You feel fucking incredible.”

The praise made me preen. I’d never felt more powerful than I did in that moment, watching this beautiful man fight for control because of me. My hands slid down his back, feeling the play of muscles as he moved.

“Harder,” I demanded, finding confidence in his obvious desire.

His rhythm faltered. “You sure?”

“Yes!” I almost whined, but I was past caring. Need coiled tight in my belly, demanding more friction, more pressure, more everything.

His next thrust was harder, deeper, drawing a cry from my throat. Yes! My legs wrapped tighter around his waist as he set a faster pace, each movement sending sparks of pleasure racing through my body.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he growled against my neck. “Take what you need.”

My back arched as his angle shifted, hitting something inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “Oh god, right there! ”

I raked my nails down Kai’s back as he hit that perfect spot again and again. Every nerve ending in my body sang with sensation.

“Look at me,” Kai commanded, his voice rough.

I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The raw emotion stole my breath more than any physical sensation. His hazel eyes were dark with desire but held something deeper, something that made my heart race for entirely different reasons.

“Don’t want you to miss a second of this.” His thumb found my clit, circling with practiced skill. “Want your eyes on me the first time you come with my cock inside you.”

My muscles clenched around him at his words, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. The dual sensations of his thumb and cock working in tandem had me climbing rapidly toward release.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “God damn, you’re squeezing me so tight. Milk my cock.”

His filthy words, spoken in that gravelly voice, pushed me over the edge. My back bowed as pleasure crashed through me in waves.

He cursed, his rhythm faltering as my inner muscles pulsed around him. “Fuck, Charlie, you’re so?—”

The feeling of him losing control because of me only heightened my pleasure. My body trembled beneath his, aftershocks still rippling through me as he chased his own release.

“Please,” I whimpered, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. More? Release? For him to never stop?

His movements grew more frantic, more desperate. The tendons in his neck strained as he fought for control, but I could feel him losing that battle.

“Charlie, I need to—” He tried to pull away, but I locked my legs around his waist.

“Stay,” I begged. “Please stay.”

“You sure?”

“I want to feel you. I want to feel you come inside me.”

“Fuck, the things you say...”

His hips snapped against mine with renewed urgency.

“Charlie, I’m gonna—” His body tensed above me. “Oh fuck, I’m?—”

The feeling of him pulsing inside me, filling me with his release, sent aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my body. He shuddered through his orgasm, breath coming in harsh pants against my lips.

This is what making love feels like.

The thought drifted through my pleasure-hazed mind as Kai’s weight settled over me, his heart thundering against my chest. His silver hair tickled my cheek as he pressed tender kisses along my jaw.

“You okay?” he murmured.

I hummed contentedly, running my fingers through his damp hair. “More than okay.”

He traced my bottom lip as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Thank you.” The words tumbled from his lips, soft and reverent against my skin. My heart swelled, threatening to burst from my chest at the tender vulnerability in his voice.

I traced the line of his jaw, memorizing the rough texture of his beard beneath my fingertips. A small laugh escaped me, giddy and breathless .

“Thank me? You did all the work.”

The silver strands of his hair fell loose around his face, and I couldn’t resist running my fingers through them.

“That’s not what I mean. Thank you—for letting it be me, for choosing me, for loving me. I will do everything in my power to be worthy of it.”

Tears pricked at my eyes. How could he not see what I saw? This beautiful, damaged man who’d shown me more care and consideration than anyone before him. Who’d taught me to trust my body, to embrace my desires. Who looked at me like I was precious and treated me like I was cherished.

“Kai, you already are.”

He kissed me softly, sweetly, then whispered against my lips, “I love you.”