“Don’t be embarrassed.I want to see and feel you. All of you.”
“It’s only habit,” she breathed, and let her arms drop again.
He stepped into her before gently lifting her to set her on the edge of the bed. Moving between her legs, he gently forced her knees apart with his own. His masked gaze seemed to move down the length of her body, stopping on her sex.
“I am unworthy,” he breathed.
The cooler air brushed against her thighs, emphasizing the wetness there. Her cheeks burned, but she was unable to look away from him. They only had this night together, and she wanted to memorize every moment of it, encapsulate it so she could call it to mind whenever she pleased. There was no need to be anywhere else but present in this very moment.
“Though I want nothing more than to bury myself inside of you, I can hurt you with my size. If we had more time, I’d have prepared you for me, stretched you so you could take me.”
“Oh,” she croaked. Her eyes dipped to his hard length again. She could see his anatomy more clearly now. His memberwasdifferent than a man’s. Its head was broader, and the thick shaft was made up of three bulging sectors with the base being the largest. Along the top were ridges that curved across the tight flesh.
Her mouth went dry. “I still want to…” she murmured, trailing off as his manhood moved with a pulse.
“I have you now,” he vowed. “I will be as gentle as I can.” His hands were promises on her thighs as he guided her legs around his hips.
He moved them further on the bed, and his hard length pressed into her thighs. Fire licked at her stomach and collected in the deepest parts of her core. When she was settled with him above her, his fingers found her wet center again.
“I want you to find such pleasure, too. Please,” she begged as his fingers teased her. Propping herself up, she reached between them to wrap her hand around his shaft. Well, as much as it wouldgo around it. The feel of it was shocking, hard yet malleable as the soft, hot skin shifted beneath her palm.
A feral sound ripped from his throat. He looked down at where she held him, his hips jolting forward at the sight. “Nevskol me,” he hissed.
And when she swiped her thumb along the underside of his broad tip, he threw his head back, exposing the thick column of his throat. There was something powerful and heady about being able to make him react in such ways.
“Isobel,” he groaned out. He pumped into her hand once, twice, and then pulled away from her grasp.
“Have I done something—”
“No,” he gritted out. “You’re perfect. I can barely stand it. Your touch…”
She bit her lip, but she thought she understood. There was a growing impatience of her own, her center pulsing with the intensity of it.
She wanted him fully, completely. Wanted to feel him move inside her, be as close as two souls could ever be.
“Take me, Ved,” she rasped, borrowing the phrase from the stories she read. But it felt right. Important.
His chin dipped like he was a hungry predator that had just cornered its prey. “Say it again,” he growled.
“Please, take me. I need you inside of me.” The words tumbled from her lips, and she was certain that if he told her to beg, she would.
Watching him coat himself with her wetness felt like a cosmic event. And as he pressed the tip of himself into her, she felt like she’d waited forever for this singular moment.
He withdrew and repeated this motion several times, pressing into her in the smallest of increments, allowing her to adjust to the girth of him. The slow stretch was expected and not at all as unpleasant as she thought it would be.
“You’re taking me so well,”he praised.
She let her legs fall open more, wanted to show him just how good she could be for him. A satisfied rumble reverberated through him as he shifted so that he was over her body, holding himself up on one elbow, the other pressing one of her thighs open. Goosebumps erupted on her flesh as he moved a little further inside her.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Mhm,” she hummed as her hands came up to his sides. He was all power beneath her palms, between her legs. Hecouldhurt her, yet his movements were gentle, controlled.
Only for her.
When he was met with her maidenhead, he pulled back out—torturously slow before pushing in again. A light cramp gripped her core at the pressure. She let out a whimper, and Ved stilled. “I’m hurting you. This barrier is unknown to me, do—”
“Please,” she managed, “don’t stop.”
