“Tell me you want this.”
“I want it. I want you. I hate it. I hate you, but I want you anyway.”
I work her slowly, carefully, aware of her injuries. When she comes, it’s with my name on her lips.
I strip quickly, position myself between her legs. She wraps them around my waist despite the pain.
“Careful.”
“I don’t care. I need to feel you. Need to feel alive.”
I push inside slowly, watching her face, cataloging every reaction. She’s so tight, her body gripping me like it doesn’t want to let go. Her breath catches, lips parting, a small sound escaping that’s pure need.
When I’m fully seated, I pause. Press my forehead to hers. Just breathe her in.
“I can’t lose you,” I whisper. “I won’t survive it.”
“Then don’t let me go.”
I start moving, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate. Her inner walls pulse around me, velvet heat that makes coherent thought impossible. I feel every flutter, every clench, every response her body gives mine.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Her eyes open, hazy with pleasure and pain and something raw I can’t name. I hold her gaze as I withdraw almost completely, then push back in, slow enough that she feels every inch.
“You feel that?” I ask, voice rough. “Feel how perfectly you take me?”
“Yes—” Her nails dig into my shoulders. “God, yes!”
I increase the pace slightly, still careful of her ribs, but deep enough that she gasps with each thrust. My hand slides between us, finding her clit, circling with the same rhythm.
“I thought I’d never touch you again,” I say against her mouth. “Thought I’d lost this. Lost you.”
“I’m here,” She arches beneath me, taking me deeper. “Oh,fuck.”
I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk. She cries out, legs tightening around my waist despite the pain it must cause.
“That’s it,” I murmur, maintaining the angle, the pressure. “Take what you need. Show me you’re alive.”
Her cunt clenches around me, waves of heat that signal she’s close. I can feel her climbing, tension building in every muscle, breath coming faster.
“Aleksandr, please!”
“What do you need?” I drive deeper, harder, still careful but relentless. “Tell me.”
“Faster.”
I press my thumb firmer against her clit, circling faster, feeling her body start to shake.
She comes with my name torn from her throat, her cunt pulsing so hard around my cock that I nearly lose control. I holdstill, buried deep, letting her ride out every wave while her nails score down my back.
Before she can fully recover, I start moving again. Slower now, drawing it out, making her feel every thrust while she’s still sensitive and trembling.
“Too much—” She gasps, trying to push at my chest.
“No.” I catch her wrists, pin them gently above her head. “You don’t get to run from this. From me. Not anymore.”
I set a rhythm that’s steady and deep, watching her face as overstimulation shifts back into pleasure. Her eyes go wide, mouth falling open, body arching despite herself.
