You complete me. –Liana
Liana
I could barely breathe.
He was beneath me, skin warm, hands gentle, eyes locked on mine like I might vanish if he blinked.
I was in his lap. Straddling him. Shaking like a leaf in a storm.
But I wasn’t afraid.
Not of him.
Not of this.
Just… of how much I wanted it.
“Liana,” he whispered, voice rough. “You don’t have to—”
“I know.” I reached for his face. “I want to.”
His eyes closed briefly, like the words hurt and healed him all at once.
I kissed him, letting the tremble in my lips speak for me.
He held my waist, grounding me, his fingers spreading gently over my skin like he didn’t want to miss a single inch.
I shifted in his lap. Felt him, hot and hard beneath me.
I gasped. half from surprise, half from want.
“Elias…”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered.
He guided himself with one hand, the other still steady on my hip.
“Breathe,” he said. “You don’t have to do anything. Just let go.”
I nodded. And as I exhaled, I let my body lower, slowly, shakily, onto him.
The stretch came immediately. Full. Deep. Too much and not enough at once.
I whimpered.
He stilled. “Stop?”
“No,” I whispered, teeth clenched. “Just… give me a second.”
I stayed there, breathing through it.
His hands were everywhere. rubbing my thighs, tracing my spine, stroking my arms.
Whispered things I didn’t fully catch. sweet, anchoring sounds that made me feel safe even when my body felt anything but.
Inch by inch, he filled me.
My body protested. tight, burning, overwhelmed. but something inside me also fluttered.
A part of me wanted this so badly it hurt more to stop than to keep going.
I didn’t ride him. I didn’t move.
I just let myself be held, opened, claimed.
He was halfway in. Then more.
I whimpered again.
“Almost there,” he murmured. “You’re taking me so well, Liana. So fucking good.”
And when I finally sank all the way down, thighs trembling, chest heaving—
I felt it.
The ache.
The stretch.
The weight of him inside me.
“You’re incredible,” he breathed, holding me like I might shatter.
I sank all the way down, thighs trembling, breath caught in my throat.
Elias’s hands gripped my hips, his eyes wide, lips parted, like he couldn’t believe I was really there, really his.
“You okay?” he rasped.
I blinked back tears, then smiled. “So this,” I whispered, “is what it means to feel full.”
