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But there was no pain now. Just sensation. Overwhelming and intimate and right. Her hands found his shoulders, holding on as he established a rhythm. Slow. Steady. Deep.
"God, Divya." His voice was wrecked. "You feel... you're so..."
He couldn't finish. Just buried his face in her neck and moved.
She moved with him, instinct guiding her, meeting his rhythm.
"That's it," he murmured against her skin. "Just like that. Move with me."
His hand slid between their bodies, finding that sensitive place he'd discovered earlier, and she gasped as pleasure sparked through her.
"Vikram…"
"I want you with me," he said roughly. "I want to feel you come around me."
His fingers moved in rhythm with his body, building sensation, teaching her that this was more than just him taking. That this was them together.
The pleasure built again, different this time, more intense with him inside her, with the dual sensation of his body and his touch.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "Let go. I've got you."
She clutched at his shoulders, his back, overwhelmed by the building pressure, the intensity of it.
"Vikram, I can't… it's too much…"
"You can." His movements quickened slightly, his control fraying. "Come for me, Divya. Let me feel you."
The pleasure crested suddenly, sharply, and she cried out, his name torn from her throat as her body tightened around him.
"God, yes." His voice broke on the words. "Just like that. Just..."
He shattered then, her release triggering his own. His hips drove forward, deeper, harder, chasing his peak as he groaned her name into her neck.
They came apart together, tangled and desperate and completely undone.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Just lay there, hearts hammering, breathing ragged, trembling with aftershocks.
Slowly, carefully, he shifted his weight off her, though he didn't pull away entirely. Just rolled to his side, taking her with him, keeping her close.
"Are you okay?" His hand smoothed down her back. "Did I hurt you?"
"I'm okay." And she was. Sore, yes. Overwhelmed, definitely. But more than okay. "You didn't hurt me."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her temple, then her mouth, soft and lingering.
"It gets better," he said quietly. "I promise. The next time..."
"The next time?" She couldn't help the small, breathless laugh.
"And the time after that." He pulled back to look at her, and his eyes held heat and promise and fierce possession. "I plan to spend a lot of time making love to my wife."
My wife.The words settled over her like a claim. Warm. Possessive. Real.
"You're mine now," he said, his voice dropping to something darker, more primal. "Completely mine. Do you understand?"
She nodded, throat tight with emotion.
"Say it." His hand slid to the back of her neck, firm and claiming. "Say you're mine."
