The St Patrick Series Book #1: The St Patrick Bride

Chapter Twenty Eight: Thoughts

Christopher's POV

"Be still my love." I sighed quietly at how good it feels to stroke her like this. The way her tightness wraps around me makes the other part of me that throbs to be in the place of my finger ache. I can't wait any longer. I have been patient. I have been a gentleman. I can't keep working by her timetable.

I let go of her hair to free myself from my boxers.

She's close. She's fraying. As soon as she grows weak from her climax, that is the opportunity right there. Her delicate moans dwindled down when I withdrew my finger. Before she had a second to think, I pushed my entire throbbing member into her. ,

"Christopher!" She screamed.

She's tight! She's wet! It feels perfect! She writhed underneath me trying to break away. I can't let her go. I can't allow her to get out of this! It's happening and I'm seeing it through for both our sakes!

"Court be still!" I demanded.

"No!" She whimpered still trying to crawl away. She's a feisty little thing. She got away from me but not long enough to get off the bed. I filled her again. This time I held her wrists behind her back slamming into her fast. She has another thing coming if she thinks her rules apply tonight.

She stopped squirming and resisting. I kept holding her wrists bending her deeper into the bed. Watching my length disappearing into her with every thrust only got me harder. It feels too good to be true. Finally, I have Court. She's all mine. I'll break her in. I'll own her. I closed my eyes drowning in the gentle rhythm of her whimpers.

My release is close. I can feel it coming. I released her wrists resting my hands on her dainty waist. I delivered the final powerful thrusts without any mercy. I did it hard and fast. I exploded in moments groaning deeply as I spilled myself into her.

I stilled myself. She's quiet. She's not moving.

"Courtney." I pushed her hair out of the way. "Sweetheart, are you good?"

"Yes." She answered.

Finally, it's done. There's no going back.

*
In the morning, Court wasn't in bed. I don't know when she woke up. I went to the bathroom to take a piss and I saw some bloody tissues in the bin. Is she hurt?

"Court?" I called out to her. "Courtney?"

I hurried downstairs.

She's reading on the living room floor. I knelt in front of her. Other than a blank expression on her face seems fine. "Yes Chris?" Now she answers.

"Are you hurt?"

"No. Why would you think that?"

"I saw bloody tissues in the trash."

She looked away, her cheeks wearing a slight blush. "It's nothing."

"Do I need to check you?" She pressed her knees together. It was then that I realized it. I ran my hand over my face. "I didn't know..."

"Don't make this weird."

"Why didn't you say something?"