But even with all the care I took, the pleasure clawed at me—unrelenting, brutal in its sweetness. My hands curled into the sheets beside her as I breathed through the burn of restraint. I was inside her, and it was everything. Too much. Too good. And somehow, still not enough.
Her face was drawn, brows tight with something I couldn’t quite name—pain, nerves, maybe both. Brave, quiet, and so damn beautiful it nearly knocked the breath from my lungs. She was doing this for me. With me. Trusting me enough to let go piece by piece. And fuck, if that didn’t wreck me more than anything else ever could.
“You feel so good,” I murmured, leaning down, so the words kissed her skin. I wasn’t trying to seduce her—I was worshiping her. “You’re taking me so well.”
That was when I felt it. Her body eased beneath mine, legs parting a little wider, tension melting into something softer. Her fingers tightened on my shoulders, like she was anchoring herself—like I was her anchor. I moved again, slow and careful, and she gasped, hips lifting to meet mine in silent invitation.
A sound tore from my throat—half groan, half reverent whisper—as she began to move with me. Tentative at first, uncertain. But soon we found a rhythm, something quiet and sacred. With every slow thrust, every shared breath, we weren’t just making love—we were building something holy in the hush between heartbeats.
"Nick," she breathed out, her voice barely a whisper. I could feel her trembling beneath me, her body taut with anticipation. She was close, so close, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the thought of being the one to bring her to the edge.
"There you go, princess," I murmured, my voice low and rough. "You're close, aren't you? I can feel it. I can feel you."
She whimpered in response, her nails digging into my back as I continued to move inside her. I could feel her muscles tightening around me, her body clenching and releasing in a rhythm that drove me wild.
"Yeah, you are, baby," I said, my voice thick with desire. "You're going to come for me like a good wife?"
I thrust into her deeper, until I bottomed out, and those breathy whimpers from her turned into full-fledged cries. I loved every single second of it. I loved the way she sounded, the way she felt, the way she looked as she lost herself in the pleasure I was giving her.
I could feel my own release building, the pressure building in my lower back as I continued to move inside her. But I didn't want it to end yet. I wanted to draw it out, to make it last as long as possible.
I slowed my pace, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, savoring the way her body clenched around me. She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet mine, and I knew she was close.
"Come for me, princess," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "I want to feel you come around me."
And with that, she did. Her body shuddered, her muscles tightening around me as she cried out, her voice echoing through the room.
I let her ride the waves of her orgasm, watching as she came apart beneath me. Her body trembled, her breath hitched, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that I was the one who made her feel this way.
When she finally finished, I picked up the pace. I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I needed to feel her tighten around me again, to hear her moans and gasps as I thrust into her.
"Fuck, princess," I growled, gripping her hips tighter. "I'm addicted to your pussy. I want to fucking wreck you, remind you just who the fuck you belong to."
She met me stroke for stroke, her hips rising to meet mine as I drove into her. Her nails dug into my back, leaving marks that would linger for days.
"Harder," she begged. "Nick, harder."
Her words spurred me forward, and I didn't even see her anymore. All I could see was pleasure in tangible form, and I was grunting and growling like a goddamn animal. But I wasn't going to stop until I got another orgasm from her.
Each thrust sent shockwaves through my body, and the sound of our skin slapping together echoed in the room, mingling with her breathy cries. I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle—teeth and tongue and raw need.
She moaned into my mouth; her nails raking down my back, and I welcomed the sting. It grounded me, tethered me to the moment. Her body tightened around me, muscles clenching like a vice, and I knew she was close again.
“Come for me again,” I growled against her lips. “Show me who you belong to.”
Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and vulnerable and filled with something I couldn’t name but recognized all the same. She was on the edge, teetering on the brink of something bigger than both of us.
With one final thrust, she shattered. Her body convulsed beneath me, her cries raw and unrestrained. The sight of her coming undone was my undoing. I buried myself deep inside her, feeling every tremor as she rode out her orgasm.
I wasn’t far behind. The tension coiled tight in my spine snapped, and I followed her over the edge with a groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside me. The release was overwhelming, a flood of sensation that left me breathless and shaking.
I filled her heat with my own, her pussy gripping my cock, wanting every last fucking drop I had to give.
And I'd give it.
I'd give her any fucking thing she wanted.
I collapsed onto her, careful with my weight but unable to stay away. Her body was warm beneath mine—soft, flushed, and trembling in the most perfect way. I was still inside her, and every tiny shift sent aftershocks ricocheting through us both. My heart pounded like I’d run ten miles, and my lungs dragged in air like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.
