I’m so close, my body trembling on the edge, but I don’t want to go over alone. I reach for his pants, my fingers fumbling with the button.
“Off,” I demand. “I need these off.”
He helps me, shoving his pants and boxers down in one rough motion. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
He's beautiful. Muscular and scarred and so hard it must be painful.
I reach for him, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, and he hisses at the contact, his hips jerking involuntarily.
“Careful,” he warns, his voice strained. “I’m so fucking close already. If you keep touching me like that, I won’t last.”
“I don’t care,” I whisper, stroking him slowly, feeling the weight of him, the way he pulses in my hand. “I just want you. I want to feel you inside me.”
He groans, his hand covering mine, stilling my movements. “Isabella,” he growls, his control fraying. “I need to be inside you. Now. But I need—do you have protection?”
I shake my head, my cheeks flushed. “No. I didn’t plan…”
“It’s okay,” he says, kissing me softly, though his body is tense with need. “We can stop. We should stop.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I insist, pulling him closer, my hand sliding down to cup his balls, feeling how tight they are, how ready. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. Haven't been with anyone since... since Draco. And I trust you."
He groans, his forehead pressing to mine. “You shouldn’t,” he admits, but he’s already positioning himself, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. “Tell me if it’s too much. If I’m too rough.”
“Lupo,” I whisper, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Stop thinking.”
He pushes inside me with one slow, deliberate thrust, and we both gasp at the sensation. I’m so tight, so hot, my body stretching to accommodate him, the burn of it almost too much. He goes slowly, giving me time to adjust, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained, his whole body shaking.
“Yes,” I breathe, my nails digging into his shoulders. “God, yes. Don’t stop. Are we hurting your injuries?”
“That’s the last thing on my mind right now,” he mutters against my lips.
He slides deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside me, his hips flush against mine. He stays there for a moment, buried to the hilt, his forehead pressed to mine.
“You feel like heaven,” he whispers, his voice raw. “Like you were made for me.”
Then he moves. Slow at first, careful, each thrust dragging his cock against that spot inside me that makes me see stars. But I can feel him fighting it, fighting the need to let go, to take what he wants.
“Stop holding back,” I urge, my voice breathless. “I’m not fragile.”
Something snaps in him. His control shatters, and his thrusts become harder, faster, deeper. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into me, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
I can feel him everywhere, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me, his breath hot against my neck.
“Yes,” I gasp, my body tightening around him. “Just like that.”
He buries his face in my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he drives into me, his cock swelling inside me. “Come for me,” he growls, his voice rough with need. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”
The orgasm crashes over me, my body clenching around him, my nails raking down his back as I cry out. He groans, his thrusts becoming erratic, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he follows me over the edge, his release spilling into me in hot, thick waves.
"God, Isabella."
We lie there for a long moment, both breathing hard, hearts pounding against each other. His weight is perfect. Grounding.
Finally, he lifts his head, looking at me with eyes that are worried.
"Did I hurt you?" His voice is small. "Was I too rough?"
