The Dancer (Dark Side of the Moon #1)

Chapter Thirteen

Quinn

My mind is at war with itself, and my body is throwing its own opinion into the mix. The pain is excruciating, but so is the pleasure. My body goes rigid with the scream that falls from my lips. Elias freezes behind me.

“Quinn?” There is a question in his pained voice as he holds himself perfectly still.

“It hurts,” I whisper, pain coating my words.

“I don’t understand.” He speaks softly, like he is talking to himself. “Your body is ready to take me. It shouldn’t hurt.”

A tear slips down my cheek. I feel Elias withdraw his rock-hard cock from my heat before he turns me on my back. His gaze traces every inch of my face with a frown. I see the moment realization dawns on his gorgeous face.

“A virgin?”

I turn my face away, trying to hide my blush of embarrassment. Gently, Elias cups my cheek, forcing me to face him once more.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How is this possible?”

My cunt feels like it is on fire, and I don’t know if it’s from him ripping through my virginity with such brutal force or because of my heat. Either way, my body is already begging for his touch once more, the memory of the excruciating pain taking a back seat.

“Elias, please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you again,” he says, pressing his lips against mine.

“But I’m hurting now.”

He stares at me with indecision in his gaze. His mind may be warring with the decision, but his body is ready. I can feel the weight of his erection against my thigh. His hand is absentmindedly rubbing my hip and sending little sparks of lust dancing to my core, begging for more.

“We need to take it slow,” Elias mutters, and I nod in acceptance.

His left-hand slides up my side, caressing my rib cage before enveloping my breast, kneading the globe before sucking my nipple into his mouth. My entire body bows off the bed. Elias chuckles as his teeth scrape at the sensitive tip.

His cock prods at my entrance before he slips slowly inside. Inch by inch, he feeds his length into my weeping cunt until he is fully seated. His hands continue to caress, his touch searing itself into every inch of skin he can reach. Elias doesn’t move inside me, although that is what my body is begging him to do. His lips find mine in a soul-searing kiss, branding me from the inside out.

“I need to move,” he says hoarsely once his lips leave mine.

“Please!”

His hips pull back before thrusting slowly into me once more. Every nerve in my body is on fire, my heart thundering beneath my ribs. Words and sounds fall from my lips, but I have no idea what I am saying, and none of it seems to make sense. I cling to the man who is thrusting between my thighs, feeling the tension in his shoulders. He is holding back, and I want all of him.

“Elias, stop holding back,” I growl at him.

“I’ll hurt you again.” He frowns, but his body doesn’t miss a beat, continuing to piston into mine.

Allowing my wolf to surge forward, I use the extra strength she offers to flip the large male over. He never slips from my heat, and in mere seconds I have him flat on his back, his thick cock impaling me.

Jesus wept. He is so much deeper in this position. The length and girth of his impressive cock stretching me once more.

“If you won’t fuck me the way we both want, I’ll be taking over.”

“Little Mate,” Elias groans loudly beneath me as I snap my hips forward.

I may have been a virgin mere moments ago, but my body knows exactly what to do. Letting my instincts take over, I lift off his lap, his erection almost slipping out of me before dropping my weight onto him. The look of dark desire in his gaze, along with his feral snarl, is all the encouragement I need.