Chapter 297
Isla’s breath hitched, her eyes searching his for any hint of doubt, any sign that he might be wrong. But all she found was certainty, a quiet confidence th made her heart flutter in a way that had nothing to do with fear. Still, the doubt lingered, a stubborn voice in the back of her mind whispering that this v impossible, that she wasn’t ready, that it would be too much.
Graham seemed to sense her hesitation. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Let me show you. Let me take care of you.” His words were a promise, a vow, and something in the way he said them made her want to believe him, to trust him completely.
She closed her eyes, her body trembling as she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Okay.”
He kissed her then, his lips soft and reassuring, his touch slow and deliberate as he guided her back onto the bed. Every movement was careful, measured. if he were handling something precious, something irreplaceable.
The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the air thick with anticipation and desire. Graham’s hands trembled slightly as he positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked on hers, searching for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, only a flicker of nervousness mixed with trus he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.
“Relax, darling,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’ve got you.”
Isla’s breath hitched as she felt him rub the length of his hardness against her slick folds, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through her body. He moved slowly at first, teasing her, letting her grow accustomed to the feel of him. But then his movements became faster, more deliberate, the friction igniting a fire that made her gasp and arch into him.
“Graham, ah-” she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and apprehension. She knew what was coming next, and the thought both excited and terrified her. Any moment now, he would try to enter her, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready.
As if sensing her thoughts, Graham paused, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. “Trust me,” he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. “T go slow. I promise.”
And then, with a gentleness that belied the urgency in his eyes, he pressed the tip of his hardness against her entrance. Isla’s breath caught in her throar as she felt him begin to slide inside, the sensation unfamiliar and overwhelming. There was a sharp sting of pain, and she cried out, her nails digging into his
shoulders.
“Hush, darling,” Graham murmured, his voice a soothing balm against her fear. “Just a moment. The pain will fade, I promise.” He stilled, giving her time to adjust, his own body trembling with the effort of holding back. But the pain didn’t fade–if anything, it intensified as he slid in a little more, her tightness gripping him in a way that made his head spin,
For Graham, the sensation was almost too much to bear. Her slick heat enveloped him, her walls contracting around him in a way that made him feel like he might lose control at any moment. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay still, to give her the time she needed. He could feel the barrier now, the proof of her innocence, and the knowledge sent a surge of protectiveness through him.
“Isla,” he breathed, his voice rough with restraint. “You’re so tight, so perfect. Just breathe, darling. Breathe for me.
Graham could feel Isla’s body trembling beneath him, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he tried to ease himself inside her. He had been carril, so careful, but the moment he felt her tense, her sharp intake of breath, he knew something was wrong.
“Isla?” he murmured, his voice soft but laced with concern. He stilled, his body hovering over hers, his eyes searching he tore for any sign of discomfort. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips pressed into a thin line as if she were trying to endure the pain in silence, that he could we it the way ther finds clenched the sheets, the way her body stiffened beneath his
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“It’s… it’s too much,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “It hurts, Graham. It really hurts.”
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His heart clenched at the sound of her voice, at the way she tried to hide her pain from him. He pulled back immediately, his hands moving to cradle her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to spill from her eyes. “Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soothing. I’m here. I’ve got you.’
But as he looked down at her, his concern deepened. Her face was pale, her breathing uneven, and when he glanced down, his stomach dropped. There wa blood–too much blood–and the sight of it sent a wave of panic through him.
“Isla,” he said, his voice firmer now, though still gentle. “Look at me. Please.”
Her eyes fluttered open, filled with pain and something else–fear, maybe, or embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I didn‘
mean to-
“Don’t apologize,” he interrupted, his tone firm but kind. “This isn’t your fault. You’re hurt, and we need to take care of you.” He moved quickly but carefully, grabbing a towel from the bedside table and pressing it gently against her.
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