His eyes were almost black. “If you want me inside you, yes.”
I definitely wanted that.
I also wanted to watch him suffer a little first.
I lowered my mouth again, working him with my lips and tongue and hands until his fingers tore into the bedding. He didn’t touch my head. Didn’t push. Didn’t guide. Just lay there shaking, holding himself still for me.
The trust of it made me ache.
Finally he reached down and caught me under the arms, hauling me up his body like I weighed less than a blanket.
“I need you,” he said.
There was no polish on it. No pretty words. Just us.
It was perfect.
“Yes,” I said. “Now.”
He rolled us, laying me back against the pillows, and settled between my thighs. I wrapped my legs around him as far as they’d go, which wasn’t far because he was built like a wall and I was not, but he seemed to appreciate the effort.
He braced one arm beside my head and guided himself to my entrance. He leaned down and kissed me, soft and filthy at once, and then he pushed inside.
Slowly.
So slowly I nearly cursed him.
The stretch stole my breath. He was too much, like always, and my body still opened for him, still wanted every inch. I dug my nails into his back, and he paused.
Then he gave me another inch.
I moaned.
Another.
By the time he was fully seated inside me, we were both shaking. His forehead dropped to mine, his breath rough against my lips.
He started carefully. He always did. Slow and deep, watching my face like he could read every tiny change in me. But I didn’t want careful. Not only careful. I wanted him. All of him. The strength and heat. The beast he kept leashed because he never wanted to scare me.
I slid my hands over his face. “I won’t break.”
His jaw clenched.
“I mean it,” I said. “I’m not glass. Let me feel you.”
A rough sound tore from him.
The next thrust drove me up the bed.
Oh. There. I wrapped myself around him as much as I could and held on.
He fucked me deep and steady, each thrust dragging a cry out of me. One hand slid beneath my hips, lifting me, changing the angle until pleasure sparked white behind my eyes.
“Yes,” I gasped. “There. God, Kazan, there.”
He did it again. And again.
Something flared hot in my chest.
