Chapter 663: Chapter 663 UnicornSasha shook her head, trying to blink away more tears.
“It’s just… you’re probably really big. I didn’t expect it to feel like this. It—it kind of feels like I’m being torn…”
Her voice broke on the last word, and Ross’s heart clenched. He kissed her again, pressing his forehead against hers.
“Then let’s stop, okay? I’ll stay right here with you. We can just hold each other.”
Sasha exhaled shakily, her fingers curling against his arms. She didn’t let go, and neither did he.
“I trust you, Ross,” she whispered after a long silence. “Even though it hurts… I still want you to continue.”
Her words made him ache—not with lust, but with something deeper. Respect. Admiration.
Maybe even love. He looked into her eyes, brushed away a tear with his thumb, and said, “Then we’ll take it one breath at a time. I won’t go deeper until you’re ready. Just tell me what feels okay… and what doesn’t.”
She nodded slowly, eyes searching his.
And so, Ross didn’t rush. He didn’t chase the climax or the moment.
He stayed connected to her—physically, emotionally—moving only when she relaxed, when her body welcomed him again.
Every motion was measured, gentle, reverent.
He kissed her through the discomfort, whispered soft words, praised her bravery, and held her like she was something fragile and precious.
Because to him, she was.
And though pain still lingered at the edges of her expression, there was a light slowly growing in her eyes—one of trust, of something deeper.
A silent promise that, with time, the hurt would fade, but this feeling… this closeness… would stay with her forever.
Several minutes passed, and Ross could feel the subtle change in Sasha’s body—the way her muscles began to loosen, the way her breaths turned from shaky gasps into soft, rhythmic moans.
The pain that had once made her tense was slowly giving way to a new, unfamiliar pleasure.
“Ahhh… Ross…” she moaned softly, her voice no longer tight with discomfort but thick with longing. “It’s starting to feel good… really good…”
Her words were like a balm to him. He looked down at her, brushing strands of hair from her flushed face.
The tension was gone from her brow, replaced by a dreamy, breathless expression that made his chest ache with emotion.
Her body shifted beneath his, pressing closer, welcoming him.
“You feel amazing,” he whispered, kissing her gently. “Are you okay?”
Sasha nodded, biting her bottom lip as her eyes fluttered open to meet his.
“Yes… I want more.”
That was all he needed.
Ross began to move again, slow at first, drawing out every sensation.
Each motion was measured, controlled, yet deep enough to make her gasp.
He watched her face carefully, memorizing every reaction—the way her lashes fluttered, the way her lips parted, the way her breath hitched when he found a spot that made her shudder.
Her hands explored his back, her nails dragging lightly down his skin.
Her body responded to his, meeting each thrust with a quiet desperation that made his heart beat faster.
“Ohhh…” she moaned again, her legs tightening around his waist.
“Ross… don’t stop…”
He didn’t.
Driven by her voice and the feeling of her wrapped around him, Ross gradually increased his pace, pressing deeper, stroking her in just the right way.
The warmth of her, the slick heat that enveloped him, made it hard to think, but he never lost sight of her—her needs, her pleasure.
He reached down, brushing his thumb along her inner thigh, then up to stroke gentle circles against the bundle of nerves that made her gasp and arch beneath him.
“Oh—oh God—Ross…” Sasha cried out, her body trembling.
“Faster, Ross, please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I’m close—I’m so close—I’m going to come…”
Her plea struck something deep inside him, and he didn’t hesitate.
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His hips moved faster now, each thrust deeper, more urgent, yet still careful—still tender.
The rhythm built between them, steady and unrelenting. Their skin met with quiet, wet sounds that only deepened their shared intensity.
The feeling of her gripping him, her walls tightening with every movement, nearly sent Ross over the edge.
Her body clung to his like it never wanted to let go, and he could feel her spiraling—her moans rising in pitch, her fingers clutching him like a lifeline.
“I’m coming!” Sasha cried, her voice cracking as her body shook with release.
Her inner muscles contracted around him in rhythmic waves, pulsing with every breathless moan that spilled from her lips.
Ross groaned, holding her close as she came, watching her unravel beneath him with awe.
Her body trembled, her thighs quivering, her breath broken and uneven.
He didn’t stop moving—not until her spasms began to slow, her cries fading into soft, satisfied whimpers.
When she finally opened her eyes again, dazed and blinking up at him, Ross leaned down to kiss her—slow, lingering, loving.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered. “Absolutely incredible.”
Sasha smiled faintly, her cheeks glowing with warmth. She looked exhausted, glowing, and breathtakingly beautiful.
“That… was a lot,” she murmured, her voice husky.
Ross chuckled softly, brushing his thumb along her cheek. “Too much?”
“No…” she shook her head slightly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Just right.”
He eased himself out of her with great care, rolling gently to her side and pulling her into his arms.
She curled against him without hesitation, resting her head on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy lines over his skin.
For a while, neither of them spoke. They simply lay there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, their heartbeats slowly returning to normal.
Eventually, Ross spoke, his voice quiet. “Thank you… for trusting me.”
Sasha looked up at him, eyes soft. “Thank you for being gentle. I was scared, but… you made it feel special.”
“It was,” he said. “You are.”
He kissed her again—slower this time, with no urgency, just a depth of feeling he hadn’t expected.
As the silence settled around them once more, it wasn’t empty. It was full of meaning, of connection, of something quietly profound between two people who had just shared something unforgettable.