Page 38 of Imperfect Desires

His mouth moves lower, kissing down my stomach, his hands sliding down to the edge of my wetness. I’m trembling now, anticipation coiling tight in my core. I’ve never been with anyone, and the thought of him—of this—is both terrifying and exhilarating.

“Lev,” I whisper, my voice shaky. “I—I’ve never—”

He looks up, his green eyes intense, searching. “I know,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll be gentle.”

He kneels, his hands resting on my hips. His breath ghosts over my core, and I shiver, my legs threatening to give out.

“Steady,” he murmurs, his thumbs brushing over my thighs. “Let me take care of you.”

His lips press against my folds, soft and warm, and I gasp, my hands clutching at his shoulders. His tongue dips inside me, slow and deliberate, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation—wet, hot, and impossibly good. He hums against me, the vibration sending shivers through my body, and I moan, my head falling back.

One of his hands slides between my legs, his fingers teasing my clit as his tongue continues to explore. I’m a mess, my body tightening, my breath coming in short gasps. “Lev,” I whimper, my voice pleading. “Please.”

He looks up, his eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want,” he commands, his voice rough.

“You,” I pant. “I want you.”

He stands, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants. His cock springs free, thick and hard, and my breath catches. He’s big, bigger than I imagined, and the thought of him inside me makes my heart race.

He steps closer, his hands guiding me back toward the bed. I sit, then lie down, my legs spreading instinctively as he kneels between them. His hands rest on my thighs, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive skin.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice gentle but firm.

I nod, my throat too tight to speak.

He positions himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch. It’s tight, stretching me in a way that’s both uncomfortable and exhilarating. I bite my lip, my nails digging into his shoulders, but he waits, giving me time to adjust.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice concerned.

I nod, breathing through the discomfort. “Keep going.”

He does, sliding deeper until he’s fully seated inside me. I’m filled completely, his cock thick and hot, and I feel impossibly full. He stays still for a moment, his forehead resting against mine, his breath ghosting over my skin.

“You’re so hot,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. “So perfect.”

He begins to move, slow at first, pulling out before pushing back in, setting a rhythm that has me gasping. Each thrust sends pleasure spiraling through me, building and building until I’m on the edge, teetering between control and release.

“Lev,” I moan, my hands clutching at him. “Don’t stop.”

He quickens his pace, his hips snapping against mine, his cock pounding into me with a force that’s both rough and tender. I’m lost in the sensation, my body tightening around him as I chase my release.

He thrust into me harder now, faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Look at me,” he demands, and I open my eyes to meet his gaze.

His face is flushed, his lips parted, and I see the raw need in his eyes, a desperation that mirrors mine. “Cum for me, Alina,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Let me feel it.”

I can’t hold back anymore. My body tightens, pleasure exploding through me, and I cry out his name as I come, my walls clenching around him. He follows, his hips stuttering as he fills me, his groan of release echoing in the room.

For a moment, we just lay there, our bodies still joined, our breaths coming in sync. I feel his heart pounding against mine, the warmth of his skin enveloping me, and the weight of him pressing down. It was perfect. It is everything I’d ever wanted.

I lie in bed, tangled in soft sheets and the lingering warmth of Lev’s body. The air still hums with the aftershocks of what just happened between us. My skin tingles where his hands touched, where his mouth kissed. My heart is still trying to find a rhythm after the way he made it race.

For the first time in so long, I feel whole. Like everything I’ve ever wanted is finally within reach.

Lev is mine.

I turn toward him, ready to speak, to say something—anything that captures what this night has meant. But he’s already sitting up.

His back is to me, shoulders tense, muscles rippling beneath the skin as he drags his shirt on with rigid, mechanical movements. My heart falters.

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