“Not yet.” His voice is pure gravel, thick with restraint. “Come for me first.” He guides me into a frantic rhythm, the head of his cock seeking entrance with every tilt of my hips.
The orgasm hits hard. I bite back my cries, the effort to stay quiet a metallic tang on my tongue. Before the last wave shudders through me, he flips us and centers me on his jacket, and then he’s pressing against the barrier of my innocence.
A heavy moment hangs.
I fail to breathe.
I think he does, too.
So we suck in a breath together.
In one swift move, he drives into me fully.
White-hot pain tears through me as I stretch to accept him, and a shrieking cry rips free.
One he catches with his kiss.
But he doesn’t pull out.
Not even an inch.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispers, keeping himself buried deep. “Just breathe.”
A tremor runs through him.
Runs through us both.
His heartbeat pounds against my chest, matching the throb of him inside me—the only place he’ll ever belong.
Mine.
It’s a possessive affirmation, a truth no one can take from me.
He withdraws then surges forward again, this time hooking my leg high on his hip. I grit my teeth through the burn, yielding to the pressure, my body transforming his sharp intrusion into acceptance.
Because he fills me so completely there’s no space left for doubt, or fear, or anything but him.
“Are you okay? How does it feel?”
“Painful, but…” I grip him by the hair, staring at him in awe. “You’re inside me.”
“Is it too much?”
“No, keep going.”
He thrusts into me again, and my world fractures as he hits a spot that dissolves the ache into…something else.
I want to tell him so much and nothing at all. Want to laugh and cry at the same time. It’s a feeling beyond understanding. I have no words for it—only the certainty that I’ll spend the rest of my life reaching for it.
“Sebastian, please…” A needy whimper escapes. Tears blur my vision. “You feel so…”
“I know, baby.” He laces our fingers together, giving me something to hang on to as he bucks in earnest. “Being inside you iseverything.Fucking everything.”
“I love you,” I gasp. “So much.”
“Fuck,” he groans against my mouth. “You own me, baby.” He stills for a beat, turning reverent as he pins our hands together in the narrow space between us. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”
Each deep slide that follows syncs the rhythm of our hearts, pulsing against our joined knuckles.