Page 225 of No Boss
He lifted his head, and moved between her thighs, his tip pressing against her. Her hips rose to meet him, asking him, begging him.
He held her there, then entered her in one clean motion.
Her body tensed.
“Hukum…” she cried out in pain, in pleasure, in sensation.
He stopped. His hand rose to her face, thumb brushing her jaw, grounding her. “Look at me.”
She did.
“I will not rush you, Meera.”
Effort showed in his voice. The restraint cost him.
She nodded, tears slipping free. Her fingers tightened into the sheets. “Don’t stop… just stay.”
Something in him gave.
He pressed his mouth to her forehead, then began to move, slow, careful, watching her face as if nothing else mattered.
She felt herself stretching to hold him. It felt too much, too overwhelming. Her fingers dug in.
"Okay," she managed.
"Yes?"
"Yes."
They moved together.
He guided her, his hand firm at her waist, easing, adjusting, making sure she felt him fully. Every motion deliberate, meant for her.
He kept returning to her face. Her mouth. Her ear. Her name passed through him again and again, as if he needed to anchor himself in her.
Her hands moved without thought, holding him, pulling him closer, losing track of everything except him.
The tenderness held until it couldn't.
At some point, her body took over, pulling him deeper, her hips rising, a sound tearing out of her that she had no control over.
He adjusted, giving her what she asked for in a single thrust.
She came undone against him, her face buried in his neck, hands gripping his shoulders.
He followed soon after, his forehead against hers, his body shuddering. The most unguarded sound she had ever heard from him pressed into her skin.
Afterward, only breath remained.
He rested against her neck. Her fingers loosened over his shoulders. The lamps burned low. Rose petals lay crushed around them. The room was warm and wrecked and entirely quiet.
He drew back after some time and looked at her.
Her sindoor smudged. Her lips parted. Her eyes heavy. Beautiful in a way that stayed.
“Hukum…” she whispered, barely awake.
He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth and gathered her into his arms, holding her close as he rose.
