She nods.
I shift. Position myself between her thighs. She's still spread open.
I settle over her. Brace my weight on my forearms. My cock nudges her entrance.
She's so wet.
So fucking ready.
I push forward.
Just the tip.
Her breath catches. Her walls grip me like a vice. Tight. So impossibly tight.
"Breathe," I murmur against her temple. "Relax for me."
She exhales. Her body softens beneath mine.
I slide deeper.
Inch by inch.
Slow.
Careful.
Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her head falls back against the pillow. A gasp escapes her lips.
"More," she breathes.
I give her another inch.
She's squeezing me so hard I can barely think. Every nerve ending in my body screams for me to thrust. To bury myself to the hilt.
But I hold back.
"Dmitri." Her voice is strained. Desperate. "More."
I push deeper.
Her nails rake down my back. Sharp. Stinging. The pain mixes with pleasure until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
I'm almost fully inside her now.
Almost—
"Is that all you've got?"
Her words hit me like a slap.
I freeze. Look down at her face.
She's smirking.
This woman. This maddening, perfect woman is smirking at me while I'm trying not to hurt her.
"Is that all you've got?" she repeats. Her hips roll against mine. "I thought you were going to make me scream."
