LOVE CONQUERS ALL

Chapter 13

Yuri was still shaking, pleasure rushing through her when he disappeared from top of her. "Namjoon," watching him in a daze as he shed his briefs and fumbled with his discarded jeans. She heard a slight crinkle of paper and he was back, settling between her thighs. There was a rip of paper and she knew he had a condom—that he was putting it on.

Still no panic. No urge to jump off the bed and run away. Yuri wanted this. She wanted him. Then his mouth was on her lips again. The hard length of him slid along her wetness, not penetrating, just teasing. The friction tantalized her. "Please....Please," I begged. "What, baby girl? What?" His dark eyes glinted down at her. "I won't. I'm not moving a muscle until you say it. What do you want from me?"

"I want you."

"What do you want me to do? Say it."

Goosebumps broke out across her skin at the hot fan of his breath against the whorls of her ear "Say it, baby".

Yuri knew what he wanted to hear. "Make love to me." Was that her voice? She didn't even recognize the low purr. "I want you to make love to me.."

He pulled back to smile, slow and wicked, at her, and a shiver rushed through her. "I love you, Yuri".

Yuri felt him then. The head of him right there, his hardness easing inside. It was surreal. Her fingers clenched his biceps like clinging to a lifeline. Her wide eyes flitted everywhere, seeing nothing, feeling everything, excited and alarmed at what was happening.

At what was finally happening.

"God, Yuri," he groaned, dropping his head in the crook of her shoulder, his mouth moving against her sensitive flesh as he added, "You feel so good." His hands slid under her back, his fingers curling over her shoulders, anchoring her between his body and the bed, pulling even closer, if possible.

And then he plunged, pushing deep inside, tearing through the thin barrier of her virginity, seating himself to the hilt, his fingers tight on my shoulders.

"Oh!" Yuri gasped at the sudden invasion, at the sharp pain. Her muscles stretched to accommodate him, burning and throbbing around his hard length.

RM stiffened over her, his head lifting off her shoulder. "Look at me." He fixed her gaze on him. He smoothed a lock of hair from her forehead. His dark eyes gleamed with emotion......something that looked suspiciously like regret. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Yuri shook my head, unable to form words, too busy adjusting to him, processing everything. How could she explain anything at a time like this? She wiggled, testing out the feel of him.

"Oh, God," he groaned. "Baby, don't. When you do that, I just . . . don't." He started to withdraw and that slight movement made me moan "Don't leave me."

"Oh, baby, I couldn't if I wanted to." His bracketed arms trembled on either side of her. "But you probably shouldn't move right now," he hissed.

His hips lifted then, pulling out almost completely. Yuri whimpered at the drag of him against her aching flesh, clenching his firm ass, hoping this was it. He would finally move. His cock hovered at her entrance. She felt the top of him there finally, he thrust deep once again, his hands anchoring on her hips. There was no pain this time, just pleasure. "God, baby. You're so perfect, so tight."

He kept a steady pace then, slow and even, cautious, almost like he was worried that he would hurt me if he let go, if he went faster. The friction drove her wild. A pressure built at her center, coiling in her belly. Her body demanded more, needed it harder.

"More," I pleaded. "Baby," he choked. "You don't know. You're so small—"

"I won't break," Yuri growled. Lifting her head, she bit him, teeth clamping down on his shoulder and it was like she flipped some invisible switch in him.

"Fuck!" He moved then, his big hands sliding under her bottom and lifting her higher, holding her off the bed, angling in a way that changed everything. Stars blinded Yuri as he slammed into her, hitting that magic spot. She screamed his name, spine arching, head dropping back on the bed as he did precisely what she asked. He loved me. And He'd etched himself on me. He was under my skin. In my blood. A part of my soul.

Yuri shuddered, coming apart. Namjoon's arms wrapped around her, pulling close as he joined her, pumping several more times until he shuddered and then stilled. She clutched him close, one hand buried in his hair, the other at his back.

The sound of their ragged breaths filled the air. Yuri didn't want to let go; didn't want to face the questions she would see in his eyes.