CHAPTER 68! LOVE #4
My throat tightened from the intensity, but he kissed me hard, holding me completely still. He hooked my legs over his broad shoulders, opening me wide.
His fingers brushed over my wet center, and then two fingers slowly tested my opening, pushing inside.
A sudden, sharp tightness ran through me. "Nngh!"
He went dead still, resting deep inside me. He pulled back slightly, a flicker of surprise and concern entering his dark eyes before it vanished.
He touched his forehead to mine, looking straight into my eyes. I looked back at him, feeling completely exposed as he cupped my hot cheek with his warm hand.
He began kissing me gently-a soft, tender, caring kiss that felt almost wrong because it was so out of character for the dangerous, intense man standing over me.
"It will hurt a little, but I will be gentle," he whispered against my lips, his breath heavy. "Let me prepare you."
I gave a small, shaky nod. "Okay..."
He kissed me again, slowly pulling his fingers out before sliding them back in, working gently until all the tightness in my body began to melt away.
After a few moments, my body took over, and I began rocking my hips against his hand on my own, letting out soft, helpless moans. "Mmm... ah... yes..."
Satisfied, he pulled his fingers out and stood up, looking down at me with an intense, burning gaze.
"Now Lie back," he said softly, his voice thick and deep. "And spread your legs, darling."
He looked down at me, his dark eyes burning with pure, heavy intent, before stepping back just enough to undo his belt. In one smooth motion, he pushed his trousers and boxers down to the floor, kicking them aside.
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eeing him completely bare took my breath away. He was thick, massive, and more intimidating than I could have ever imagined.
For a split second, a sudden spike of fear ran through my chest, but as my eyes met his, the fear melted into raw heat. I knew this man would destroy me with his size, but he would never truly hurt me-even in the middle of this wild, filthy pleasure.
He dropped back down between my spread thighs, his broad knees pinning me open.
The burning head of his cock pressed directly against my drenched, trembling core, rubbing against my swollen entrance. I gripped the sheets tight, my chest heaving as I struggled to draw a single breath.
"Aryav..." I whimpered, my voice breaking.
With one slow, heavy push, he slid his thick head straight inside me.
"AH!" A sharp cry tore from my throat as my tight body stretched around his thick shape.
He instantly froze, burying his fingers into the mattress on either side of my head.
His muscles strained, a thick vein bulging on his neck as he held himself back, giving me time to adjust to his massive size.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine, his hot, ragged breath fanning across my lips.
"Breath, darling... just breathe for me," he growled, his voice thick and strained.
I let out a shaky sigh, rolling my hips up just a fraction to meet him. That tiny movement blew away his last bit of control.
Aryav drove his hips forward, burying his entire length deep inside me in one full, relentless thrust.
"OH GOD!" I screamed into the quiet room, my eyes rolling back as the intense, stretching fullness hit me all at once. I could feel him so far inside me it felt like he was touching my stomach.
Without giving me a second to recover, he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, setting a dirty, punishing rhythm that made the whole bed shake.
The wet, slapping sound of his skin crashing against mine filled the air, completely mixing with my loud, helpless moans.
"Ah... ah... Aryav! You're too big... oh god, yes!" I cried out, my hands clawing at his back, my nails digging into his slick skin as he pounded deep into my heat.
Aryav let out a low, guttural growl deep in his chest, his hips slamming against me again and again with terrifying force. He looked down at where our bodies met, watching his thick length disappear completely inside my wet opening.
"Fuck, Aadhira..." he groaned, his voice completely wrecked with filthy desire. "You're so fucking tight... damn right around me..."
His words made a fresh wave of heat surge straight to my core. The feeling of him filling me so completely was overwhelming, but I didn't want him to stop.
I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him as deep inside me as he could possibly go.
Aryav let out a low, ragged breath against my neck. His hands slid under my back, lifting my hips slightly so he could drive deeper with every hard thrust.
The mattress creaked under his weight, the rhythmic, wet sounds of our bodies colliding echoing softly in the quiet room.
"Ah... ahh! Aryav..." A loud, helpless moan tore from my throat as his heavy rhythm battered my senses.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my face burning with a sudden rush of shame. I was supposed to be angry with him-so furious I couldn't even stand his presence-yet here I was, crying out his name, my body clinging to his with embarrassing desperation.
"Look at me, Aadhira," he rasped, his voice dark and thick with pure, possessive intent.
I forced my heavy eyes open to meet his. His dark gaze was fierce, locked onto mine with a terrifying intensity that made my breath hitch.