Page 145 of Marrying My Ex's Brother

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Her eyes shine, but not with tears. With need. “I want you.”

I kiss her and press the head of my cock against her entrance.

She tenses, and I still. Her fingers dig into me, but she doesn’t push me away.

“Breathe,” I say against her mouth. She answers in kind, kissing me back hungrily. A nervous laugh escapes her, and that helps. Her body loosens a fraction.

I push in slowly. Just the head at first.

Her breath breaks.

Christ.

She’s so tight I have to stop before I lose control. Her pussy grips me like it doesn’t know how to let me in, hot and wet and resisting every inch.

I grit my teeth. “Anya.”

Her eyes are squeezed shut.

I take her chin. “Look at me.”

She opens her eyes.

I push deeper.

She gasps, face tightening with the stretch. Her nails rake down my back. I keep my pace slow, one hard inch at a time, watching her face, feeling every tremor of her body around my cock.

“You’re doing well,” I say.

Her mouth trembles. “Don’t talk to me like I’m a horse.”

A laugh breaks out of me before I can stop it.

She blinks up at me, offended and breathless.

I kiss her. Then I push the rest of the way in.

She cries out against my mouth, and I go still, fully buried inside her, every muscle in my body locked. Her pussy clenches around my cock in tight, helpless pulses. She’s shaking beneath me, eyes wide, breaths coming too fast.

I want to fuck her hard. I want to take.

I want to make this moment savage enough to match what she does to me.

Instead, I hold still.

Barely.

Her hands move over my shoulders, then around my neck. She’s adjusting, breathing, feeling me inside her. Her face slowly changes from pain to shock to something warmer.

She shifts her hips experimentally, and my control nearly snaps.

“Don’t do that unless you mean it,” I say.

She looks at me. Then does it again.

I pull out halfway and thrust back in.

Her mouth opens on a moan.

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