Chapter 9 Winner Of One

• Dali let out a soft gasp as he pushed inside her. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her breath catching as he filled her up slowly, inch by inch. It felt like a mix of pleasure and pain. She could barely explain if asked if it felt good or even how it felt, but she knew she liked it.
• “Does it hurt?” Chase asked, his voice low but not unkind. He paused his movement when he noticed a slight discomfort in her.
• She nodded once, her voice barely a whisper. “A little… but it’s okay.”
• Chase paused, holding himself still inside her. One hand rested on her waist, his thumb brushing her skin gently. “Tell me if it gets too much,” he said. Although he did not care for her, he was not about to have sex with someone and have them not enjoy it as much as he was.
• “I can take it,” she said, though her voice trembled. “Just… go slow.” She could not deny how much she wanted him, and so she was willing to risk her discomfort. The first time they had sex, it was even more painful, but he kept going and she enjoyed it in the end. It was the same now.
• He pulled out just a little before sliding back in, moving carefully. Her body was tight around him, warm and soft and clenching like it was trying to hold onto him. He loved the sensation of being inside her. The only time he had felt pleasure like this was a long time ago, a year ago.
• Dali whimpered. It wasn’t like the first time—it still hurt, but it felt different too. Fuller. Deeper. Like her whole body was being stretched just for him. She enjoyed the feeling of welcoming him in. Knowing that the person who was causing such a feeling inside her was him. The same man millions of women wanted.
• “You’re so small,” he muttered under his breath. “So tight,” he said, and then recalled how she had told him he was the only one she had ever been with. It was only fair that she was tight.
• She bit her bottom lip. “Is that… bad?”
• “No,” he said quickly. “It’s good.” He slid his fingers from her neck down to her back, the tingles adding to the pleasure of him being inside her.
• His pace stayed slow at first, letting her get used to the stretch. Every time he moved, she felt it all over—her legs, her stomach, even in her chest. She turned her face into the pillow, letting out a shaky moan she didn’t mean to. It all felt too good, as if a part of her was being ripped apart, and she was pleased about it.
• When his eyes saw her pressing her head against the pillow, he was a bit pleased. He didn’t want to see another woman receiving all that he had given to the love of his life before.
• He had made a vow to Her Grace that he would never love anyone, he would never be with anyone after her death, but here he was breaking the promise.
• The only thing that could help now was her face pressed against the pillow. The last thing he wanted to see or hear was her.
• Still, out of courtesy, he decided to ask her, “How does it feel?”
• “It feels strange,” Dali replied with her bottom lip in between her teeth.
• “Good or bad?”
• “Good,” she breathed out. “It’s definitely good, it feels so good.”
• Her hands gripped the sheets tighter as he moved. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixed with her soft moans and his heavy breathing. She didn’t understand how it could feel like so much and still make her want more.
• “You’re doing a great job,” Chase said, his tone a little rougher now. “Taking me like this…”
• Dali blinked up at him. “Really?”
• “Yeah,” he said. “Don’t you think so?”
• Did she think she was doing well? She couldn’t tell. Her head was pressed against the pillow, her moans stifled, and she was ass up and face down on the bed. She was well aware that this was a position for prostitutes, not lovers.
• Chase leaned closer, his chest brushing against her back. His lips brushed her ear. “Do you want to stop?”
• “No,” she said without thinking. Why would she ever want to stop? Everything felt divine. It felt too good; she was losing her mind.
• He smirked. “Didn’t think so.”
• His movements grew a little faster, a little rougher. Dali’s breath came quicker too, her mouth falling open. She couldn’t keep the sounds in anymore. It was overwhelming. She began to wonder if it was this pleasure Celyn had advised her to let go of.
• “You’re shaking,” he whispered. “Are you close?”
• “I—I don’t know,” she stammered. “I feel… weird again.”
• “That’s it.” He moved harder. “Don’t hold it back.”
• Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her legs shaking under him. She cried out softly, her body tensing around him like it couldn’t take any more. She really couldn’t take it anymore.
• Chase groaned. “That’s it… just like that…”
• He thrust one more time and then stilled, burying himself deep inside her. His grip on her hips tightened, and he let out a long breath as he finished.
• Neither of them moved for a while. The only sound in the room was their breathing, and the only smell was the fluid that had seeped out of the both of them.
• Then Chase slowly pulled out, careful with her. He collapsed beside her on the bed and looked at her with unreadable eyes.
• Dali turned to face him, her hair a mess and her body still tingling. “Did I do okay?”
• He blinked, then nodded. “Yeah. You did good,” he exhaled.
• A small smile tugged at her lips. “I liked it.”
• He chuckled under his breath. “I could tell.”
• She paused, suddenly nervous again. “Will you still want me tomorrow?”
• Chase shrugged. “I can only tell when I wake up. As for now, I’d love to sleep.” He turned his head to the opposite side, away from her eyes, and slowly he fell asleep.
• Dali smiled to herself. She had won.