The Ballerina & The Fighter (Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Only Maze, even all those years ago it’d always been Maze. He alone touched the depths I needed. Looking into his eyes when I’d seen him at the club and he’d called to me—well nothing was going to stop me from going to him. I needed to know he was all right, that he hadn’t been the one hurt the other night. It might have been crazy to take him back to my place, but I really didn’t care. I knew what I was going to do. What I wanted him to do. By the time he slipped into me I was so wet and ready for him, I thought I’d combust. When he pierced my membrane I felt only a moment of pain, and then his fullness stretched me, filled me. I must have cried out because he froze again. Pushing my hair off my face, he looked into my eyes. I smiled up at him, “I’m fine. Keep going.” I was fine; I’d never known such pleasure. Not even while dancing. He lowered his head and covered my mouth with his, pushing his tongue inside to dance a duet with mine. I forgot about the pain and only the pleasure of having him inside of me, consuming me, making me his.
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