In a breath, with a disbelieving laugh, he is against me all over again. His expert hands dispense with my underwear, his lips never leaving mine. He kisses me and kisses me until I’m dizzy with it.
There’s still the fear of him leaving me, of stopping, that propels me. Swallowing my nerves, I take initiative, making quick work of his zipper. I take him in hand, thick and heavy in my palm. He’s so big. I don’t see how he could ever fit inside me.
But then Iosif moans past my lips.
I can taste myself on my tongue.
“Don’t stop,” I plead with him anyway, stroking him the way I remember him doing to himself. He bucks into it.How could I have ever thought I was weak?“Please don’t stop.”
“How could I?” His breath tickles my ear. He lays kisses behind it. “Fucking look at you.”
“Baby, look atyou,” I counter, shoving at his t-shirt until he whips it off himself.
He lifts me back onto the table, a fierce smile across his kiss-swollen lips. He sheds the rest of his clothes quickly, efficiently. My mouth presses to his neck, his shoulder, his chest. There is so much skin, and I want to leave no inch of it uncharted. I want to map him with my tongue.
That night, in his bedroom, could never have been enough.
I knew it then, didn’t I?
I knew.
He steps close, the thick head of his cock bumping against my slick entrance. “Tell me,” Iosif begs, sounding pained. “Tell me you want me to stop, Janella.”
I was right all along. He’s nuts. Completely, totally nuts.
“I don’t.” I look up at him, both my hands finding his forearms. “That’s not what I want. I want you, Iosif. Ineedyou.”
Those words shatter something within him. I see it.
With a snap of his hips, he thrusts inside me, savagely hard.
He’s so big—enormous—he’s splitting me apart. Oh, fuck.Fuck.My eyes fill with tears, pain warring with ecstasy. The fullness of him burns. How could it not?
Overwhelm blurs the edges of my vision.
“Iosif,” I cry out, unable to catch my breath.
His thumb rubs between my legs, jolts of heat shooting down my legs.
He rears back, his gaze hungrily dropping to where we are joined now—and freezes.
Chapter 13 - Iosif
Blood.
There’s—
My confusion paralyzes me. Stunned, I blurt, “Shit, Nell. Did I hurt you?”
I search Janella’s face. Take in the cherry red blush across her skin and the tears in her eyes. And then, again, the blood. Her blood.
Virgin. She’s a virgin. She’s probably never had a man go down on her. That’s why she went stiff before. That’s why she was startled that night. She’s never…
The realization fucking levels me.
After everything she’s survived—all the degradation her bastard father has put her through—this is one thing she’s managed to keep. The one thing Driscoll hasn’t taken from her. Something he sold easily.
And she’s giving it to me.
