The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 128: Finally

Chapter 128: Finally

Beatrix’s heart started racing in her heart.

"Shit, I have no condoms here," Rhys suddenly said, looking around, his expression desperate.

Beatrix blinked in shock. She didn’t even think about that.

She grabbed his hand and he paused to look at her.

"Ermmm..are you safe?" She asked.

Rhys nodded, "of course. I have never slept with anyone without protection. I’m worried about getting you pregnant. I don’t think you wanna get pregnant on your first time?"

Beatrix blushed and nodded, "Y-Yeah. I can take contraceptives after..." She trailed off.

Rhys furrowed his brow, "Doesn’t that thing cause a lot of complications? I don’t think that’s a good idea."

Beatrix swallowed hard. "Then could you just pull out? I don’t think I can bear it if you leave me hanging now because you don’t have condoms.."

"Rhys’ frowned deepened,"Are you sure,Beatrix? I don’t trust myself one hundred percent but I’ll do my best."

"I trust you," she whispered and with that, he leaned in to claim her lips with a passionate and slow kiss. She barely noticed as he fully slipped out of his underwear and kicked them off.

She couldn’t help but gaze at his rigid and swollen manhood, a tantalizing reminder of the pleasure to come. Instead of feeling nervous, she felt a burning desire to feel him close to her

We will take things slow okay?" he said, relaxing his weight down on his elbow next to her as he settled between her legs and she held her breath when she saw his long fingers wrap around his shaft, as he pumped himself slowly but kept his eyes focused on her face.

"Okay" Beatrix gave him a small smile and he smiled back at her settling between her legs and hovered his face close to hers, their lips brushing together as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

"You mean everything to me, you know that right?" He asked suddenly his eyes searching her.

"Yes."

"Good. I hope I can make your first time worth remembering." He whispered, Beatrix didn’t miss how nervous he looked it was like he was afraid he would disappoint her.

She raked her hands through his hair, "It’s already worth remembering. Don’t worry." She reassured him.

Rhys licked his lips, glancing between her eyes before leaning in to give her a tender kiss. Both of them inhaled sharply as he ran the tip of his erection through her folds. Their lips remained close, their shallow breaths mixing together as he lingered at her entrance, circling it as if he were teasing himself.

Beatrix’s breath caught in her throat as he inched forward, moving at a painfully slow pace as he pushed inside of her.

Beatrix gasped at the invading thickness that suddenly filled her.

Pain stabbed at her, replacing the pleasure of moments ago.

"Rhys!" She cried out with a jolt of pain as he

slammed past her maidenhead.

A tear slipped down her cheeks as she arched up and gripped his shoulders.

Beatrix shook her head and writhed desperately underneath him.

"Remove it—The pain...it’s horrible...I can’t."

Rhys pressed a kiss on her cheeks,

"Shs..shss...you’re doing so well love. It will be over soon. Just relax your body, see how perfect we fit."

She looked down and saw herself impaled on his cock..

"So damn perfect...fuck so tight....so beautiful...."

He whispered against her neck, his lips scattering soothing kisses as he held still, buried deep and tight inside her.

"Just tell me if you want me to move. It will feel so damn good later...just hold on."

Beatrix took a few deep breaths and relaxed her body, releasing the tension.

He stayed stilled inside her, both of them relishing the feeling of finally being connected with each other, she had never felt so much emotion mixed with sensation in her life.

Beatrix clung to him tightly, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Are you okay now?" he asked softly.

Beatrix closed her eyes and tried to relaxed her tensed muscles.

Rhys made a subtle movement and she moaned, not from pain but from the feeling of being filled.

She was aware that this man- this complex and damaged yet beautiful and intelligent man - was inside her, claiming her as his own.

"Yes," she replied weakly, lifting her hips to take him deeper.

The sensation was a mix of pain and pleasure and she found herself craving more.

"More," she whispered, gripping his shoulders to encourage him to move as he slowed his thrusts, making each one a violent pounding that practically rattled her bones, but God...does it feel good. She let out another groan, each one a mixture of pleasure and pain as she begged him to go deeper and closer.

She was still so sensitive from the pleasure he had given her before and feeling him fill her so completely was almost too much to bear.

Rhys slowly withdrew but before she could protest, he slid back in, plunging deeper into her.

"Fuck!"

He moved slowly, his hips swaying back and forth as he kissed her tenderly and whispered,

"You feel so good baby. So fucking good!"

Beatrix’s feelings for him were overwhelming, and she dug her fingers deeper into his hair, moving her lips to his neck, kissing and nibbling on his skin as she felt his pulse quickened.

He held her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he moved in a slow and steady rhythm.

As the passion between them built, she felt herself becoming lost in the moment, the pain fading away.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, her movements becoming more urgent as she felt the climax approaching.

"My love, you feel so amazing," he murmured, his hands now gripping her knees, his hips moving faster and harder.

He looked into her eyes, his own filled with desire and she couldn’t help but run her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as she cried out in ecstasy. Together, they reached the peak of pleasure and lost themselves in the moment.

As he moved with increasing passion, he pressed his forehead against hers, the small movements of his hands tugging at her hair sending shivers down her spine. The only sounds that filled the room were the soft slapping of their skin and their moans and cries of pleasure.

"You are my everything," he whispered, his words coming out in a breathless pant. "I don’t know how I ever lived without you, and I know I’ll never be able to have anyone else again," he added, his voice filled with emotion.

Beathing, Beatrix arched her back and closed her eyes tightly as she felt the release building inside of her, more intense than anything she had ever experienced before.

"That’s it, love," he murmured, his length driving into her as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy. Her vision began to blur as she was swept away in the moment.

As he held her tightly, he whispered sweetly in her ear, " Come all over me, soak me - fuck."

His breath was hot against her skin as he moved inside of her with a fierce passion.

She moaned his name, "Rhys...oh, oh my God," as waves of pleasure crashed over her, gripping him tightly with her fingers as her head fell back in ecstasy.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, thrusting into her with an intensity that made the bed creak and groan. She could feel her orgasm building, a whirlwind of sensation that took her breath away.

Then she felt Damien’s eyes on them and a new bolt of electric excitement courses through her. She love knowing he was here, almost as if he was a part of this too.

As she cried out in pleasure, he let out a deep, guttural moan, pumping into her with wild abandon as they both reached the peak of ecstasy together. He buried his face in the pillow beside her, his body shaking as he let out a string of curses.

He jolted forward, he couldn’t help but let out a moan. Beatrix felt her warmth envelop him completely. He pressed his face into the pillow beside her head, trying to stifle the groans that escaped his lips. His body was pulsing with pleasure as he moved inside of her.

With a guttural cry, he buckled above her, his body trembling as he pulled out and plopped wetly against her belly, his fluids spilling on her sweat-slick skin.

When she finally lifted up, his eyes were grazing the room, and she turned to see what he was looking at, but before it registered, she already knew.

Damien was gone.

The only sounds in the room were their ragged breaths and the rustling of the sheets as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close.

Their hearts were pounding in their chests, still trying to catch up with the intensity of their lovemaking.

"I love you," Beatrix whispered in his ear, her fingers running through his thick, damp hair.

He lifted his face to look at her, his blue eyes shining with emotion.

He’d never said the words but right now, but right now if felt as if their hearts were one and the same, beating in perfect unison.

He leaned in to give her a slow, gentle kiss, his hand tenderly brushing away the damp strands of hair from her face.

With a soft laugh, he pressed a kiss to her forehead before propping himself up on his elbows to look down at her. But then, he let out a sigh, "We probably shouldn’t have done this," he said.

"Why?" Beatrix asked, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Because... Now that I have gotten a taste of you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop," he replied, pressing another kiss to the skin of her neck.