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I pulled back and stared at her, then moved my hand back down to line my cock up again, sliding just the tip inside before holding her down again.
“Ready?” I asked breathlessly against her lips.
She nodded and I advanced. The heat of her body enveloped the head of my cock, the exquisite, excruciating pleasure causing me to shiver.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, looking down and watching my cock continue to breach her tight, wet pussy. I was captivated by the sight of myself slowly sinking into the body I’d craved, dreamed of, and tried to resist for what felt like forever. Euphoric triumph raced through my bloodstream like a drug.
“Wait,” she gasped, jerking my attention back to her face. I’d been so consumed watching my dick slide into fucking paradise, I’d missed her distress.
Seeing her brow creased and her lips compressed in obvious pain—while I was feeling the greatest ecstasy of my life—sent a cascade of rioting emotions roaring through me, shame and euphoria warring for dominance. Her fists clenched as she tried to manage her discomfort.
My lips pressed together in a grimace, knowing I was going to have to do something way out of my comfort zone.
I released her wrist and cradled her jaw, rubbing my thumb along her jawline. Her eyes popped open as she stared at me in a haze of interrupted pleasure and discomfort. “Emmy, I’m going to let go of your hands. Hold on to my upper arms—only my arms. Grip them as hard as you need to, you won’t hurt me. Understand?”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly nodded. “Okay.”
She hooked her hands around my biceps from underneath, her forearms running along my ribs. I sucked in a swift breath as I adjusted to the greatest amount of physical contact I’d had in years, then returned my attention to her.
She was watching me shrewdly, perhaps a bit anxiously, obviously very aware that I typically did not allow touching. I gently kissed her lips, looking to relax them—relax her.
My mouth played with her, giving her a combination of soft, delicate kisses and more aggressive biting nips, then sinking my teeth into the area between her shoulder and neck. I knew that if there was another input of pain for her brain, even pleasurable pain, it would lessen it elsewhere in her body.
Throughout it all, I was aware of her hands on me, and while it was unsettling, it didn’t send the panic through me the way I expected—I was too focused on and consumed with her.
“I’m going to move, Emmy. You ready?” I gritted out, trying to sound calm as the need to pound into her body was starting to bear down on me, my hips twitching in anticipation.
She nodded and widened her thighs, gripping my hips with them as I adjusted to yet more contact. I stiffened briefly but allowed it. She was nearly cocooning me. My mind wavered between astonishment that I was tolerating her touch and the unbearable pleasure of having her pressed against me.
In other encounters, I usually took my sexual partners from behind so there'd be less contact and still usually restrained their hands, even then. The sensation of her flesh connecting with me was nearly overloading my senses.
“Yes, please, Ivan. I want more,” she panted, rolling her hips and squeezing my biceps in encouragement.
As if I needed any.
I slammed my dick all the way in, delicious pleasure causing a near delirium in my body as she took every inch of my cock in her virgin pussy. It was mine. It would always be fucking mine.
Chaotic, possessive thoughts started to storm my mind and fear crept in—fear that I let her see too much, fear that she’d gotten too close.
Fear that I was never going to be able to let her go.
Chapter 25
Emmy
“Oh my god,” I yelped, stunned at the sensation of Ivan filling my body. The most immediate sensation was pain, but when I looked behind it, there was so much more.
Pleasure, triumph, elation, connection—I felt it all.
He paused and stared at me, trying to get a sense of my distress level, his beautiful features contorted in a grimace of either ecstasy or agony. It was hard to tell. I took a moment to appreciate the sculpted planes of his toned body.
Lean muscles, muscles I was finally able to touch, to caress—to some extent. The euphoria I felt spear through me at his gruff command to hold on to him rivaled any orgasm I’d ever had.
It was a sign of true intimacy that went far beyond sex.
After giving me an assessing look, he reached down and bracketed my clit between two rough fingers. Ecstasy immediately spiked through me, pleasure ricocheting in my brain like balls on a pool table.
My legs, which had gripped his hips, now fell open as my hips started to move in rhythm with him. My feet dug into the mattress as I chased the pleasure caused by his rapidly moving fingertips.
