Chapter 22
EVERLY
T he air between us hums. It’s a tension thick enough to drown in. My breath falters as Isaia’s gaze rakes over me with the weight of a touch. It drags like fire over every inch of bare skin, burning soul deep.
His hands move to the hem of my oversized shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin of my thighs. Heat blooms where he touches, and my breath catches as he lifts the fabric, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor like it’s nothing.
Like I’m all he sees.
It’s scorching, the way his eyes roam over me, sliding what’s left of my panties down my legs. I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but under the weight of his eyes, I feel powerful, wanted in a way that borders on worship.
And I love it.
“You’re fucking perfect.” The words rumble from his chest, the sound wrapping around me like a physical thing.
Rough fingers trace the curve of my waist, his thumb brushing just beneath my ribs, a simple touch that sends shivers racing through my body. The contrast between the strength of his grip and the gentleness of his touch makes me ache for more.
“Isaia…” My voice trembles, and I don’t know if it’s a protest or a plea, but it dies in my throat when his hand drops to the waistband of his jeans, unbuckling his belt.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve made myself come, thinking of this exact moment.”
My pulse quickens thinking of him, his cock in his palm, stroking, moaning, saying my name in the middle of night.
“I’ve fantasized fucking you, driving you mad with my cock so deep inside you, stretching you until nothing exists but the way we fit together.”
The sound of metal sliding through the loops, the soft click of the button—it’s intoxicating, each movement precise, measured…and all for me.
His eyes stay locked on mine as he pushes his jeans down, stepping out of them with the kind of effortless confidence that makes my mouth go dry. When he pulls his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, I forget how to breathe.
Every inch of him is honed, cut from shadows and fire, his muscles rippling as he tosses the fabric aside. He’s all hard lines and raw power, his skin kissed by scars that tell stories I’ll never ask about but can’t stop tracing with my eyes.
He stands before me, bare, unyielding, the dim light catching his sharp jaw and hollowed abs, making him look like something dangerous, something untouchable. And yet, he’s mine. For this moment, he’s mine.
My gaze drops lower, and my breath catches.
His cock is thick, veined, and impossibly hard, the flushed head glistening. It’s as fierce and commanding as the rest of him, and the sight reminds me of what he tastes like on my tongue, deep at the back of my throat.
I want to taste him again.
He doesn’t move, letting me look, letting me take in every inch of him, like he knows the sight alone could undo me.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, troublemaker?” His tone is low, gravelly, and it seeps into my skin, making my toes curl against the sheets. “How fucking impossible it is to breathe when I look at you?”
I can’t answer. Words don’t exist in this space, in this moment. All I can do is reach for him, my hands trembling as they find his shoulders, his chest, his skin hot beneath my palms. He’s a furnace, burning, branding me with every inch I touch.
His lips curl into a dark smile, his hands sliding up my thighs, his grip firm, unyielding.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he murmurs like it’s a promise and a threat all at once. And God help me, I want him to.
He takes my hand, guiding it down, and when my fingers wrap around his hard length, a gasp slips from my lips. The heat of him, the sheer size, has me biting my bottom lip, desire blooming between my legs.
“Feel that?” he murmurs. “I’m going to put every inch inside you. And no matter how much it hurts, you’re going to let me in.” His fingers trace my jaw, lifting my face to meet his gaze, his lips a breath from mine. “After the hurt’s gone, I’ll make you feel everything I want you to feel. You ready for that?”
I nod, breathless, words failing me as he pries my hand away from his cock and pins my wrists above my head in one swift, dominant motion. The grip is firm, possessive, and it sends a rush of heat spiraling through me.
His mouth hovers close, teasing me with the promise of a kiss that never comes, igniting a desperate ache that makes every nerve in my body sing.
His hand slides up my thigh, slowly, his body pressing closer, every movement calibrated to pull me under his control.
I’m trembling, caught between the anticipation and the faintest trace of fear, and he senses it. Of course he does. Isaia always knows.
“Relax, Everly.” His grip on my wrists softens before releasing them, and his eyes burn into mine, full of promise. “I’ll be gentle…this time.”
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.
“Jesus Christ. I knew you’d feel good…but fuck, Everly.”
He starts to move, a slow rhythm that steals the breath from my lungs. Each thrust grinds deeper, his hips rolling into mine, coaxing sensations that send moans spilling from me. It’s overwhelming, every thrust breaking me apart, scattering me into pieces I don’t want him to put back together.
“Tell me how it feels. How I feel inside you.”
“It’s… intense,” I gasp, my fingers curling into his shoulders as he drives deeper. “I can feel every inch of you. You’re… so deep. I don’t know if I can handle it.”
“Baby, you’re handling every inch just like I knew you would.”
His hips snap against me in a sudden, hard thrust, drawing a cry from my lips.
The pain is sharp, but it’s laced with pleasure, the two blending until I can’t tell them apart.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
One hand slides to my throat, his thumb pressing beneath my chin, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. The pressure is light, just enough to make me tremble.
“Look at me,” he murmurs. “Feel me. All of me.”
His movements shift, his cock dragging against something that sends a sharp shock of pleasure shooting through my core, and I arch beneath him, a strangled moan leaving my lips.
His grip tightens just enough to keep me grounded, to remind me who’s in control, and the combination of his hold and the relentless way he fills me makes my head spin.
My body reacts instinctively, clenching around him, pulling him deeper, and he groans, his thrusts turning harder, sharper, the force of him driving me closer to the edge.
As his pace quickens, I see the desire in his eyes intensify into something dark, primal, something that sends an unholy shiver through me, and I taste the sinful thrill on my tongue.
“That’s it,” he growls, rough with desire. “Your body’s taking me perfectly. It’s starting to feel good now, isn’t it?”
A moan tears from my lips, his words hitting something deep and carnal, unraveling every thread of resistance, leaving me open and exposed.
He moves faster, harder, grinding his hips against mine, his hand trailing from my throat down my side, gripping my waist like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
The pressure builds, the heat coils, twisting tighter with every thrust, every grind of his hips against my clit. It’s overwhelming—a pleasure that owns me completely, and the world narrows to the rhythm of him, the way his cock fills me, stretches me, the heat of his skin against mine.
“I can feel you trembling,” he breathes. “You’re so close, aren’t you? Give it to me, Everly.”
With a final, deep thrust, he presses into me, and I’m lost. The coil snaps, and pleasure detonates, wave after wave ripping through me as my nails dig into his shoulders, desperate to hold on.
My cries echo in the small space, his name on my lips as I shatter and break into pieces of euphoria beneath him.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” He doesn’t stop. He holds me tighter, moving faster, deeper, dragging out every pulse of ecstasy until I’m gasping, trembling in his arms.
The low rumble of his moans is beautiful, the sound moving through my bones. He’s perfect like this—wild and undone, muscles straining, rhythm faltering. It takes my breath away, stripping me of strength but leaving me more desperate, more addicted than before.
A rough moan tears from his throat, and I whimper as he slams his lips onto mine, kissing me fiercely. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, exploring every crevice with an urgency that matches the rapid pounding of my heart.
And when he stills, I feel it—the subtle jerks and deep pulses of his cock as he comes, igniting something fierce and wild, a need I didn’t know existed.
A need to feel him come inside me over…and over…and over again.
I’m breathless when he tears his lips from mine, leaning his head down into my neck, and murmurs, “Your pussy is all mine now, little troublemaker. You are all mine now, and I don’t want anyone else touching you. Ever.”
The weight of his words sinks in, a dark promise I know he’ll keep—and for reasons I don’t fully understand, I want him to.