Page 134 of Vicious Temptation

Thiago stops moving, giving me room to adjust while his hands hold me securely beneath my thighs.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” I shift my hips, taking another inch as my grip firms around his shoulders. “You’re just fucking huge.”

He laughs against my cheek. “You knew that already.”

“Knowing and trying to fit all of you inside me are two very different things.”

Drawing in a slow breath, I roll my hips again. The stretch makes my toes curl against his back, but I keep going, easing myself farther down his length a little at a time.

Thiago doesn’t rush me. He stays still and lets me control how much I take, though the tension running through his arms tells me how much restraint it costs him.

“Fuck, fera,” he murmurs against my temple. “Watching you work for it is going to kill me.”

“Then stop being so damn big.”

“I’ll get right on that.”

I laugh, but it breaks into a moan when I shift again and manage another inch. Eventually, my body refuses to give me any more, leaving a small part of him still outside me.

I look down between us. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

He laughs.

“You don’t have to take all of me.”

“Wasn’t planning on giving up that easily.”

“Of course you weren’t.”

I give myself a few breaths to adjust, then deliberately tighten my muscles around him.

His fingers dig into my thighs. “Remi.”

I smile against his lips. “What?”

“You know what.”

I squeeze him again.

“Keep doing that and you’re going to make it very hard for me to take my time with you.”

“Who said I wanted you to?”

He pulls back just enough to make me feel every inch I worked so hard to take, then pushes forward again.

My head tips back, and I moan. “Fuck.”

He does it again, slowly at first, letting my body adjust to the movement instead of the fullness alone. The water ripples around us with every thrust, spilling over the edge of the ledge as I lock my ankles behind him.

His piercing feels different without the condom, adding another little spark every time his hips roll forward.

“Oh my God.”

Thiago’s mouth finds my neck. “Better than once?”

I grab a fistful of his wet hair and pull his head back. “Don’t ruin it.”