Chapter 4 4 - Bridget

His hands lifted me onto the soft mattress. My hazy thoughts cleared as I felt the weight of his naked body against mine and his lips trailing down my neck.

Admiring his broad back, I finally touched him, his eyes lifted to mine, staring at me with intensity. In that moment, I trusted him completely.

It might be foolish, but that's how I felt-as if something deep within me screamed for him, tearing through every barrier, breaking down every wall I'd built, begging him to make me his.

Pulling his face to mine, taking his mouth in a kiss. Our tongues tangled in the same sensual dance as before, but now I could taste myself on his lips. I spread my legs wider, wrapping them around him, cradling his hips.

Gasping against his lips as I felt his rock-hard erection against my core. As if he knew what I was focused on, he rubbed himself against me, spreading my arousal along his length.

I gripped his back, digging my nails into his shoulder blades. He slid his tip into my entrance, stretching me and making me moan. I don't know if Parker sensed my resistance, but he pulled back and returned a second later, as if testing my opening. He pulled away, lifting his body, and I let my head fall against the pillows, feeling him go deeper.

Our breaths grew more desperate, and I opened my eyes to watch him thrust his hips against mine, burying his massive cock inside me. A sharp pain shot through me, making my body tense. It felt like molten fire had entered me, tearing me in two.

"Fuck! Why so tight?" he growled against my skin, sliding his lips along my neck, drawing a sigh from me.

I had followed Alice's advice not to mention I was a virgin. According to her, older men shy away from virgins, and I wanted an experienced man.

"You're the one who's huge. I warned you you'd break me in half," I said, my voice strained, trying to ignore the massive size inside me.

"Let me make it up to you," he said with a smile in his voice, but I didn't open my eyes, afraid he'd see unshed tears. "Just relax."

One of his hands tangled in my hair, gently brushing it aside as he held my neck, leaving it exposed for his pleasure. His teeth grazed my throat, then gave way to his lips. He kissed my skin hungrily, not caring about marking it, licking a path to my earlobe before biting it, eliciting a sigh of pleasure.

Before I could get used to it, he lowered his head to my bra, impatiently ripping the straps, startling me with his roughness. Could you not wear lingerie around him?

My thoughts scattered as his lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard. His right hand worked the other, squeezing and rolling the hardened peak between his fingers. I moaned uncontrollably, already feeling the wetness pooling again.

Parker lifted his eyes, staring at me as he released the swollen nipple and moved to do the same to the other. I felt the throbbing below, and he growled, grazing his teeth against the sensitive peak. Involuntarily, I rocked my hips with his cock inside me, the pleasure returning like pure fire coursing through my veins.

He took the green light and thrust into me again, drawing a moan from both of us. I tightened my legs around him, letting him go deeper, faster, as we both needed in that moment.

His warm body covered every inch of mine, and yet I felt a hunger inside me craving more. I grabbed his hair and kissed him, pouring everything into it-my desire, the heat, the hunger, the part of my soul that called for him.

I vaguely registered a loud noise outside, but nothing mattered now. The world was just the two of us and this moment of surrender, of connection.

I released his lips as the sensation grew inside me again, rising through my belly, expanding so much I feared I might die in his arms. I pressed our foreheads together, and with our eyes locked, we called each other's names like a prayer.

"Parker!"

"Bri!"

Our world shattered together, in sync. I felt him swell, spilling inside me as I pulsed around him. Somewhere, I heard a terrifying thunderclap, as if the sky were splitting in two or the earth were tearing open.

All the lights went out, and for a moment, all the noise in the world seemed to hush. There was only our ragged breathing and our erratic heartbeats.