Page 193 of Invisible Bars
A loud cry tore from my lips as my body jerked involuntarily; my hips bucking against his face.
He didn’t stop or rush.
Imanio studied me like he had all night—learning, reading every reaction like a map he was determined to memorize. Whenever I tensed too hard, he paused. And when he did, he kissed me somewhere else—soft, slow.
My hipbone. My stomach. The inside of my thigh.
Each time, coaxing me back from the edge of overwhelm, teaching my body that pleasure could be trusted. By the time Imanio rose over me, I could barely keep my legs from trembling and eyes open—they were glazed and heavy with want. He lined himself up, rubbing the tip against her slick heat, but didn’t push in yet.
“This might hurt,” he warned. “Tell me if you want to stop.”
“I won’t,” I repeated, my voice fierce through the tremble. “I want this… with you.”
Imanio kissed my lips again—slow, then deep, then hungry. And then he pushed inside.
Just the tip.
My gasp was sharp.
“Somebody call 911—my body just declared a state of emergency!”
My whole body jolted like a current had shot straight through my spine. I clawed at his forearms, my fingers trembled and my legs instinctively tried to close, but Imanio held them open—firm, never forceful.
“Naji,” he whispered, still as stone, his face pressed to my temple. “Breathe.”
“I—I am,” I panted, but my voice shook. “It hurts.”
“I know, baby. I know,” he repeated. “You want me to stop?”
“No. Don’t stop. I just—just give me a second.”
Imanio didn’t move, thrust, or even rock; he just stayed there, buried where he was, kissing me slow—soft—on my cheek, my shoulder, and the space between my collarbones.
“You good now?” he asked again, voice low.
“It burns,” I admitted, eyes wet, legs still tight around his waist. “It’s like… it’s too much.”
Imanio’s mouth curved into that dark, arrogant smirk.
“Of course it’s too much—you been starving, and I’m feeding you a feast. You ain’t dealing with no little boy dick, baby; you fucking with a man now. Your body just gotta learn me.”
Imanio leaned closer, his voice lowering, almost gentle against the weight of his words.
“Just breathe… don’t fight it. Let me in slow, and I promise it won’t hurt for long. I’ll make sure it feels like it was always meant to be me.”
I nodded against him. Imanio reached down, brushing his thumb over the most sensitive part of me—tender, gentle circles that made me gasp. His other hand slid behind my thigh, pulling me closer, deeper.
Slowly, my breathing changed. The sharp tension in my body started to shift into something else. My hips moved just a little, trying to adjust. The sting began to dull, and the burn softened into pressure.And that pressure turned into, “Oh,” I moaned. “Oh, God… I?—”
“There she go,” he grunted, watching me fall apart under him. “That’s it. You feel me now?”
I bit my lip and nodded fast, my face twisting in confused pleasure. “I… I feel everything.”
Imanio eased in deeper, watching my eyes roll to the back. Then he rocked back and pushed forward again.
My nails dug into his back, and I cried out, not from pain—but from the shock ofhow goodit suddenly felt.
The fullness. The way he groaned my name into his neck. The way his hips rolled so passionately, like he was branding me from the inside out. The way his hands slid under my thighs and lifted me just enough for his strokes to hit deeper. The way he whispered, “I’ll never let anybody disrespect you again. You hear me? You mine now. Mine forever.”
