Chapter 68. Marked in Passion

BELLE

With a strangled roar, Grayson punched his hips forward, taking my virginity with a single thrust, filling me to the hilt with his monster cock and unleashing total euphoria in me.

I cried out once he was seated fully inside of me, digging my nails into his back as searing pain raced through me.

Jesus Christ, he was big. Big and long—touching a part so deep inside of me that I didn’t even know it existed.

“So—fuck—so tiny and tight. So wet and perfect. My perfect girl,” Grayson panted against my neck. His voice was low and tortured, filled with the evidence of his inner beast.

He stilled on top of me, giving me time to adjust while he lapped and nipped at my mark, growling in my ear. He was so rigid on top of me.

Every muscle was coiled tight, straining under his skin. It was obviously costing him a great effort not to move, but I appreciated every bit of time he was able to give me.

The pain was bad but not nearly as bad as I thought