I couldn’t hold back anymore. –Elias
Elias
She was already trembling when I kissed her again.
Her hands in my hair and her mouth parting under mine like she’d been waiting for this since the second we stopped last time.
I let her pull my shirt off first.
Her fingers were clumsy, rushed. She giggled once—quiet and breathless—and kissed my neck while I helped her peel off the last of her clothes.
Her body was soft and flushed, eyes wide and glassy.
She was trying not to look down at me.
So I tilted her chin up and kissed her again.
“I missed you,” I brushed my thumb down her stomach, over the slight tremble in her abs.
I pushed her back gently, let her legs fall open under me.
I hadn’t even pushed in yet.
just dragging the head of my cock through her folds.
she was gasping, thighs trembling, trying to press shut.
I caught them, kept them open.
Then leaned down, kissed just above her knee.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I murmured.
“Don’t…” she whispered.
I smiled. “Why not?”
“Because I’ll melt.”
“Then melt.” I kissed her knee.
Then lower. Down her shin.
She gasped when I reached her foot and took her toes in my mouth, one by one.
“You’re beautiful everywhere,” I said. “Even here.”
When I pushed into her, she cried out.
Not in pain.
In shock.
Her back arched hard, hands clawing at the sheets, legs wrapping around me fast like she was afraid I’d stop.
“Too much?” I asked, already breathless.
She shook her head, eyes dazed. “it’s just—deep.”
Her voice broke on the last word.
Her walls fluttered around me so tight I almost came on the spot.
Fuck.
I paused.
Gripped the headboard.
Ground deeper.
She gasped again—sharp, high—and her thighs clenched hard around me, hips jerking up involuntarily.
“Liana—” I groaned. “If you squeeze me like that I’m not gonna last.”
“I didn’t mean to,” she whimpered. “It’s just—every time you move, it—hits something—”
I thrust again, same angle.
She shattered.
Liana
I didn’t know what I was saying anymore.
Every time he moved, something in me twisted tight and snapped tighter.
until I wasn’t thinking, just feeling.
The pressure kept building. Unbearable. Too big. Too deep.
And yet—
I wanted more.
My body arched off the bed, back bowing as I sobbed into the air, hands scrambling for something to hold.
“Elias—Elias I—” My voice cracked. “I can’t—”
My body spasmed.
A white-hot rush ripped through me. so strong it turned my limbs to jelly.
I was crying and coming and breaking all at once.
And he was still inside me.
Still moving.
Still holding on.
Elias
I felt her come apart under me, completely.
Her legs were shaking, whole body convulsing, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.
And she was still gasping my name like I was the only thing tethering her to the world.
I couldn’t stop.
I didn’t want to.
I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, hard.
She screamed.
My rhythm turned punishing. deep, rough, relentless.
Not because I wanted to hurt her.
Because I couldn’t hold back anymore.
She felt too good.
Sounded too sweet.
Tasted like need.
And I was fucking gone.
I groaned her name—low and broken—and came so hard I saw stars.
Liana
I didn’t remember when I stopped moving.
I just remembered the feeling of his weight over me, his breath ragged in my ear, the way his hands still cradled my hips like I might slip away if he let go.
My thighs were twitching.
My chest was tight.
I tried to open my mouth but no words came out.
He brushed the hair from my face, kissed my temple, whispered something I couldn’t even process.
Because I was already drifting.
Faintly aware that I was completely wrecked, completely full.
And completely his.
