Chapter 8

GRACE

Haven had me pinned to the bed, his body firm and unyielding against mine. His lips were on mine, hungry and insistent. Heat spread through me, pooling between my thighs. I was ready for him, I’d been waiting for this moment.

“You’re being quite the tease tonight, Grace,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I’m not sure if I should reward such behavior.”

“Please, Haven,” I pleaded. “I need you.”

A growl of approval rumbled in his chest, sending shivers down my spine. He was still fully clothed, but that was a problem easily solved.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, revealing a chest that was firm and toned. I’d seen it in my dreams, but the reality of it, here and now, was so much better.

“You’re making things difficult,” he grunted. “I don’t usually do this, but... it’s your first time, so tell me what you want.”

What was he talking about? I didn’t understand, but if he was asking, I was more than willing to answer.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I confessed.

“You’re not ready for that yet, princess,” he chuckled.

His hand moved over my panties, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I wanted more. He slid my panties down, exposing my throbbing pussy, and slipped a finger between my folds.

A moan escaped my lips as I arched my back, seeking more pressure on my clit. But he held me down, his other hand firm on my hip.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled. “What got you so turned on, huh?”

“You,” I managed to gasp out.

“Don’t try to move your hips, babe. I’m in control. I always am. Now, I’m going to make you cum with my fingers once, and then I’m going inside. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I moaned, his finger circling my clit.

“Good girl,” he said, amusement lacing his voice.

He pinched my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that made me grip the sheets tightly. I wanted him to do that again. His fingers teased my entrance before he slid one inside me.

My walls clenched around his finger as he moved it in and out. His thumb rubbed my clit, building the pressure in the pit of my stomach.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, baby... Yes...”

He added another finger, stretching me further, before returning to my clit. His other hand moved from my hip to my breasts, pinching my nipple. I was close.

“Haven... Almost...,” I moaned.

“Not yet, baby girl,” he growled. “Don’t cum.”

His words were at odds with his actions. He continued to rub me hard, his dominant nature shining through. He wanted to control everything, but if he kept this up, I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Haven... Please...,” I begged.

My pussy was throbbing, the heat threatening to consume me. I couldn’t hold back any longer. He pinched my nipple again, making me whimper as I tried to stave off my orgasm.

“Now, cum for me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I came hard on his fingers, grinding my hips against his hand as I rode out my orgasm. He let me, his fingers working my clit and nipple simultaneously. My body writhed beneath him as I came down from my high.

He withdrew his fingers, and I watched him through half-lidded eyes. My body was humming with satisfaction, but I still craved him. I wanted him inside me, fucking me until my mind went blank.

He finally shed his shirt, followed by his pants, revealing his impressive erection. I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes wide at the sight of him—thick, long, and ready. Ready for me.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, a smirk playing on his lips. “At least at first.”

He positioned himself over me, parting my legs with his knee. His cock was at my entrance, and I shivered. My pussy was still sensitive from the orgasm he’d just given me.

“Look at me, Grace,” he commanded, his voice husky.

I met his gaze, his eyes flickering between green and red. So, I was affecting him as much as he was affecting me. Good to know.

He kissed me as he gently pushed inside me. My body tightened around him, and I gasped into his mouth. His tongue sought mine, distracting me from the discomfort and helping me relax.

Once I was relaxed, he began to move, going as deep as he could. Pleasure washed over me in waves.

I clung to his muscular back, steadying myself as he rocked into me. I could feel each of his muscles moving above me, inside me, stroking my insides and building the heat in my stomach.

He was gentle with me, controlled. He didn’t want to hurt me. His hands roamed my skin, tracing each scar, each cut, offering comfort. I wasn’t embarrassed or shy with Haven. It felt like we were meant for each other.

“More,” I moaned.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Please… Harder, Haven.”

“Is that what you want?” he asked, amusement in his voice. “Get on all fours, then.”

He pulled out of me, and I felt a pang of loss. I quickly moved onto all fours, eager to feel him inside me again. His hands gripped my hips as he positioned himself behind me, his cock brushing my entrance.

“Haven,” I whimpered.

“So impatient,” he chuckled. “You like my dick, Grace?”

~God.~ His dirty talk made my pussy even wetter, my walls clenching in anticipation.

“Yes,” I moaned. “~Please,~ Haven. Fuck me.”

Haven’s hands were firm on my hips, pulling me closer as he moved deeper within me. The intensity of his thrusts made my knees weak, but his grip kept me steady. His rhythm was relentless, the gentleness of our earlier moments long forgotten.

A surge of heat was building within me, teetering on the edge of release. A sharp smack on my rear made me gasp.

“Enjoying this, Grace?” His voice was a low growl. “Do you like how I fill you? Answer me.”

“Yes! I’m so close, baby. ~Please,~” I pleaded.

“First, tell me how much you want this. Don’t let go until I say so.”

His rhythm didn’t falter, the relentless pace pushing me to the brink. I could feel my body responding, aching for release.

“I love it! I love you inside me. I love how you make me feel. Please, let me let go,” I whimpered.

“I love how you feel too, Grace,” he murmured. “I love how you tighten around me. You’re all mine, got it? Now, let go for me, baby girl.”

I surrendered to the wave of pleasure, crying out as he continued to move within me, his length hitting just the right spot. The intensity of my climax was so strong that he had to hold me close. Even as I came down from the high, he didn’t stop.

He guided my hands to the bed frame, maintaining his rhythm. His fingers teased my breasts, his lips leaving a trail of kisses on my neck.

“Haven... I’m going to…,” I moaned, feeling another climax building.

“Do it. Let go for me again,” he commanded.

His thrusts became more forceful, and I fell apart once more. I cried out his name, gripping the bed frame as tightly as I could. I could feel him nearing his own climax as he pushed deeper within me, releasing himself inside me.

We were both gasping for breath, his lips gently kissing my shoulders and neck. I was too spent to move, basking in the afterglow. When he finally pulled away, a final wave of pleasure made me shudder.

I looked into his green eyes, seeing the depth of his emotions. He was breathtaking, and I could have spent all day just watching him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, princess,” he said softly.

I nodded, following him into the adjoining bathroom. Now that my focus wasn’t solely on him, I took in my surroundings.

The bathroom was spacious, adorned with pristine marble and gold accents. It boasted a large shower and tub, along with a double sink and a mirror above it. Once we were cleaned up, we returned to the king-sized bed in the center of the room.

I nestled into his arms, my head resting on his chest. I felt content and fulfilled. I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to leave his side again.