Page 75 of Isaia

My back arches off the bed as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking softly, tongue teasing the peak with a delicate rhythm. The hard length of his cock brushes against my thigh, and I jerk against him, a strangled gasp tearing from my throat, the world spinning for a moment, but it’s him I’m aware of.

He reaches between us, sliding a finger through my folds, and I shudder.

“You’re trembling.”

I grab at his shoulders. “Because of you.”

His thumb draws slow circles on my clit, my hips lifting, searching for more of him.

“This pussy’s going to be so tight for me, Everly. So perfect. I’m not going to last long.”

A moan escapes me as his fingers work, unhurried, every stroke dragging me closer to the edge. The tension coils tight, the pleasure almost unbearable.

“Say it.” He positions himself, the thick head of his cock nudging against my entrance, stealing my breath. “Let me hear you say you need me inside you.”

“I want…” My nails dig into his shoulders. “I want you inside me.”

“That’s my good girl.” With one hand on my hip, he eases forward, a slow, maddening push, the ache sharp but not unbearable.

Heat blooms low in my belly, and I inhale sharply, my body clenching instinctively.

“Breathe, Everly,” he says, his words edged with restraint. “Let it happen.”

Bit by bit, he presses in, the stretch so intense, it’s more than I expected. It’s not just a physical sensation; it’s an uncharted vulnerability, each inch leaving me breathless and exposed.

My hands clutch at his shoulders, my fingers digging into the hard muscle, his breath scorching my neck as he pushes farther inside me.

“You’re taking me so well,” he rasps, his lips brushing the hollow of my throat. “Just a little more, baby.”

I try to focus on my breathing, to loosen the coiling tension, but my muscles rebel, tightening against the intrusion. “Isaia…it hurts,” I whisper.

“I know, baby.” His voice is thick, strained, his own control fraying at the edges. “It’s intense, but it’ll ease. Just don’t push me out.”

The pressure builds, teetering on the edge of too much, and instinct kicks in.

My thighs twitch, trying to close, but his hand on my hip presses down, keeping me open for him.

He pulls out slightly, the retreat easing the pressure, before stilling completely.

“Everly. Look at me.”

My gaze snaps to his, and I’m trapped by the storm in his eyes. Lust and restraint war together, the sheer intensity of him pulling me under. His thumb brushes slow, soothing circles over my hip, his touch grounding me, coaxing the tension from my body. “You feel that?”

I nod, my bottom lip caught between my teeth, trembling under his stare.

“Good. Focus on that,” he whispers darkly. “Let me in, baby.”

I release a shuddering breath, forcing myself to relax, to meet the fire in his gaze with trust, with need.

Without warning, Isaia thrusts deep, fully sheathing himself inside me in one sharp, claiming motion.

A cry bursts from my lips, the sudden stretch splitting pain and pleasure down the middle until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. The fullness is devastating, a heat that spreads through me, unrelenting and consuming.

He stills, his cock buried to the hilt, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, the tension radiating from him. “You’re going to have to adjust to me. But I don’t know how long I can…fuck.”His fingers dig painfully into my hip as he fights against the urge to move. “You’re squeezing me so goddamn tight.”

With every second that passes, the pain melds with a carnal pleasure that makes my eyes flutter closed, an ache so exquisitely unbearable I don’t want it to stop.

I move my hips just a little, and Isaia groans, deep and guttural, his breath hot against my neck as he buries his face in the crook of it.

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