“You look perfect like this. So, so pretty, Serafina.”
“Fina,” I correct softly. “With you, it’s Fina. It’s your nickname, after all.”
“Mine,” he murmurs in a considering tone.
If only he’d state where his thoughts wandered, because if they took the same journey as mine, we’re both in trouble.
My wondering ceases as he slowly pushes inside. It’s not painful—yet—but he fills me nonetheless. Although his fingers and tongue did magical things to me, they never prepared me for this—for him.
My eyes clamp shut, and I inhale through the slight burn while also preparing for the inevitable sting of my hymen breaking. The discomfort won’t be his fault, though I suspect he’ll try to claim it.
“Eyes open,” he commands, his tone firmer than anything I’ve heard from him yet.
This entire experience has been a mixture of the Lev I’ve known and a stranger. His hesitation, his kindness, that’s allmyLev. This new one is dominant and sexy and exhilarating.
Free.He’sfree.
He pushes another inch inside before pulling out to his head, coating himself to go deeper the next thrust. “I can continue going slow and probably drag out the discomfort, or I can go all the way, and the pain will be instant.”
What man would ever ask this? Lev. That’s who.
“All at once.” Mainly to help ease him.
His jaw locks, like he didn’t want that to be my answer. He sinks back inside as deep as he’s already been before lowering onto me. A warm palm cups my face, his determined and tormented expression the final thing I see before he claims my mouth in a sweeping kiss.
A kiss that makes my head go light as his fingers weave between mine, moving my hands to the side. His grip tightens, warning me of what’s about to happen right before he sinks all the way inside me with a strangled noise, which mates with my own moan-slash-cry. He grips tight enough he could probably break my bones, but it works, giving me a different pain to direct my attention to while my body adjusts to his length.
“Tell me when the ache goes away.”
It’s less of an ache and more of a quick sharpness. His size is taking longer to adjust to than being hymen-less, a foreign but welcoming feeling inside my body.
“I’m okay now.”
“You feel amazing.” His rattled breath radiates over my face, and that’s when I catch his arms quivering and his pinched expression likehe’sin pain.
I stroke his cheek and then smooth my thumb over his brow. There’s nothing I can say to make his own pain—his discomfort over touch—better. Nothing but ask him, which might draw attention to something he doesn’t want to focus on, so instead, I kiss him.
“You realize how fucked you are?” he asks, breaking from my mouth.
“How so?”
“You think I can go a day without being inside you now?” He rolls his hips against mine, shuddering. It sends his cock even deeper, but sparks of pleasure ignite. “I’ll never be able to stop remembering this. From craving more of you.”
Considering I expect him to bolt afterwards and pretend it never happened, this is progress.
“I’m okay with that.”
“You really shouldn’t be.” It’s a quiet mutter, coupled with his head ducking low until he’s staring between us rather than at my face. “I’m growing addicted, Fina. When I get addicted to something, I get fixated. I’m unable to think of anything else. That’s what you have become, damn you. You quiet the noise like no one else ever has.”
Lev doesn’t seem like someone who gets obsessive over anything. But if he does, and I’m his…then nothing sounds better.
I rock my hips into him, watching pleasure encompass his own concerns, the torment matching his strange words. Power is drawn from that fact, so I do it again.
“Fina,” he gasps, his grip around my hands becoming impossibly—painfully—tight. “Printessa,you need to stop. I’m trying really fucking hard to not hurt you. You can’t do shit like that.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to go gentle.”
He pauses as something dark and dangerous glints in his eyes. My words dare his restraint. Then, he moves again, releasing one of my hands to lift my right knee up to his hip, altering the angle.
