Page 194 of Invisible Bars
“Imanio—” I cooed. His name spilled from my mouth in messy, beautiful tic-ridden moans.
“I got you,” he murmured against my mouth. “I’m right here. I’m always right here.”
His strokes deepened but stayed slow, calculated. Imanio watched my eyes every time he pushed in—watched the way they glazed, then widened, then fluttered again.
“Yeah, take it all… every inch. Don’t hold back.”
My eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the heat and weight of him filling me.
“Keep looking at me. Nah, don’t close them eyes. I wanna watch you lose yourself.”
I forced them open, meeting his gaze through a haze of tears and pleasure.
“You feel that stretch? That’s me teaching your body who it belongs to.”
My teeth sank into my bottom lip, desperate to muffle the sound threatening to rip free.
“Don’t bite your lip; let me hear you. Every sound you make is mine.”
A moan spilled out, raw and sweet. My head tilted back as my voice cracked into the air.
“Ohhh—Imanio… your dick feels too damn good.”
He chuckled. “That’s what I like to hear, baby.”
My body started trembling again, but not from fear—fromneed.
“What the hell is happening—n-not like this! Oh God!”
The words burst out, jagged and unbidden, like I couldn’t catch them fast enough.
He growled something guttural, unintelligible, like he was too far gone to form real words, and then said, “You mine.”Thrust.“This pussy mine.”Thrust.“Nobody—nobody—ever gonna make you feel like this but me.”Thrust.
And when I came, Iscreamed.
Loud. Beautiful. Unfiltered.
My body convulsed, clamping down around him as my back lifted clean off the bed. That first orgasm ripped through me like a wave I didn’t even try to fight. I just let it crash—let it take everything. And Imanio didn’t stop until he gave me all of him. He grunted my name like a curse—low and rough—and then spilled inside me, collapsing against my chest with a heavy, ragged exhale.
We stayed there—sweaty, breathless, tangled in heat and tears and the quiet hum of something new… somethingpermanent.
Imanio ran his fingers through my damp curls.
“Was I o-okay?” I asked nervously.
“You wereperfect,” he replied, kissing my collarbone. “You good?”
“Yes. I’m… sore, but happy.”
“Just know, I’ll burn the world down to make sure you always are.”
And I believed him.
As I blinked awake, I stretched my limbs under the thick cotton cover, letting out a soft groan, only to immediately regret the sudden movement as pain radiated through my muscles.
“Ow!”
I rolled slowly onto my back. My legs didn’t move the way they normally did, and my back was sore in places where I didn’t evenknowhad muscles. I winced and sat halfway up, then flopped back down with a whimper.
