“Are you sure, baby?” he whispers, staring intently down at my face, gauging my reaction for any signs of discomfort or regret.
But I want him.
I love him.
I cup his face and meet his lips in a kiss so fiery and passionate, I wouldn’t be surprised if the couch we’re on explodes into flames.
“I’m sure,” I whisper.
He nods once, his eyes searching mine, and reaches between our bodies for his massive dick.
“I’ll go slow,” he promises, and the tip of him enters me, one inch at a time.
My breath hitches at the intrusion, because gods above, he’s huge. Somehow, he feels even bigger inside of me, both in width and length.
“You’re okay, Thea. You’re okay,” Everett soothes, pausing to allow me time to adjust. When I nod, encouraging him to continue, he pushes another inch inside of me. “Look at how well you’re taking my cock. You look so goddamn beautiful like this.”
Inch after painful inch, he enters me. And when he’s finally all the way inside of me, he pauses, lowering his forehead to mine.
“Are you okay, baby?” He kisses away first one tear and then the next.
When did I start crying?
But I am okay, despite the initial pain.
He may not have rewritten my past—none of the guys are capable of doing that—but he’s replacing a horrible memory with a better one. Now, when I think of the battle with Ares, I’ll remember this moment, with him.
“I’m perfect,” I promise. Then, in a more hesitant voice, I add, “But go slow at first.”
Everett’s eyes heat as he nods, kissing my lips chastely before I force him to deepen it, my tongue tangling with his. I may want him to go slow, but that doesn’t mean I want him to hold back. Not with me. Never with me.
I survived things no one should ever have to go through, and I emerged on the other side of it stronger than anyone can possibly imagine. I can handle everything Everett throws at me—all of his anger and passion.
Everett begins to move his hips—but slowly at first. Allowing me to get used to him. He slides a hand down my belly to stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Yes, Everett,” I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my heels into the toned muscles of his ass. “Faster.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He grins slightly—devilishly—before picking up the pace, his balls slapping against me with every forward thrust. The sensation of being stretched and filled by him is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. As he fucks me, he continues to play with my clit, stroking and thrumming it with ruthless abandon.
My body arches as my climax rampages through me, stealing my breath and all coherent thoughts. All I’m capable of doing is chanting his name. A feeling of rightness, of belonging, cascadesthrough me as Everett’s hips turn jerky and he roars out his own release.
This is where I belong.
With him.
With them.
Our breathing is shallow as we stare at each other, both of us lost in the moment. Lost in each other. I can’t look away from his eyes, which seem to be speckled with gold.
“I love you so damn much, Thea,” Everett whispers, his eyes sparking with adoration.
He leans down to brush his nose against mine, the cute gesture doing just as much to me as those words.
“I love you too,” I whisper, maintaining eye contact.
