CHAPTER 261: I CAN’T HOLD BACK

Daniel’s fingers trailed slowly down the curve of her spine, tracing every dip and rise as though memorizing her body anew. His lips continued to claim hers—hungry, heated, relentless—until both of them were left gasping for breath.

Before Anna could catch herself, Daniel shifted, flipping their positions with practiced ease. She found herself lying back on the bed, her hair fanned across the sheets, while he knelt between her thighs, breath uneven and eyes dark.

"Remove your panties," he said, voice low and strained, already tugging his own off in a hurry before reaching toward the bedside drawer.

Anna blinked, dazed. "What are you looking for?"

"Condom." He didn’t glance back.

Her eyes widened. She’d been in this room for days, yet she had never—not once—noticed anything like that. When did he even put it there?

Seeing her confusion, Daniel shot her a quick look. "Don’t worry. I never used it. Only cold showers." His mouth twitched wryly. "You’ve turned me on more times than I can count, and that was the only way to keep myself sane."

"O-okay..." she whispered, not even sure why she replied. But the words died on her tongue the moment he shoved his boxers down.

His cock sprang free—thick, long, and unapologetically hard—aimed at her like a weapon ready to fire.

Anna’s lips parted in shock.

Daniel only smirked, amused by her expression. "It’s eager," he murmured, not a note of embarrassment in his voice.

But chills skittered down her spine. That huge thing... inside her again

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Memories flooded back—their first night as husband and wife in their past life. She’d bled, terrified and inexperienced. Daniel had been the only man she’d ever known, ever loved enough to give her body to. The first thrust had made her cry, but the pleasure that soon followed had stolen every coherent thought she had. They’d lost count of how many times they made love that night.

But now... with the lights fully on, Daniel unapologetically displaying himself, confidence radiating off him—it made her want to hide, or bury her face in a pillow, or simply run.

Except she couldn’t. She had agreed. She wanted him. And he wanted her just as much—maybe more.

"Be gentle," she whispered, heart thudding.

Daniel’s gaze softened, a heated promise flickering beneath it. He slid the condom on with slow, deliberate care, as if savoring the moment before finally having her.

"I will," he murmured, leaning down to brush his mouth across hers.

"Just tell me if it hurts," Daniel murmured, pulling back just enough to look directly into her eyes.

Anna’s heartbeat drummed violently against her ribs, as if preparing her body to flee—yet she couldn’t move. Not when Daniel’s gaze held her so firmly... steady, warm, protective. One look from him, and she knew she was going to lose her mind tonight.

Daniel leaned down, brushing his lips over hers in a soft, teasing nibble as he guided the thick tip of his cock to her entrance. The moment he touched her folds, heat exploded through her, making her body tremble in anticipation.

Then he eased forward.

Slow. Careful. Controlled.

"Ah—" The sound tore from her before she could stop it. Anna’s fingers shot up, gripping his arm tightly as her eyes squeezed shut. Her body tensed around him, instinctively trying to shield itself from the unfamiliar stretch.

Daniel froze instantly.

"Should I stop?" His voice shook—panic, guilt, fear all tangled in those three words.

Her tears slipped down the sides of her temple, and Daniel’s chest tightened painfully. Desire had been roaring through him moments ago, but now it slammed into silence. Nothing—absolutely nothing—mattered more than her comfort.

He cupped her face gently, thumb brushing away the wetness.

"Anna..." His voice was barely a whisper. "I’m not going to hurt you. I’d rather take a thousand cold showers than see you cry because of me."

His body was ready, desperate even—but his control was iron. She felt it in the way he held himself above her, trembling but unmoving, prioritizing her over every raging need inside him.

And it made her heart ache—because this was Daniel. The one who could be wild, intense, overwhelming... and yet soft enough to stop everything for one tear.

"No, I’m fine," she whispered, blinking her tears away as she offered him a small, shaky smile.

Daniel still didn’t move. He searched her face—every blink, every breath, every tiny tremble—until she finally gave him a firm, reassuring nod.

Only then did he exhale and bend down to kiss her cheek, soft and lingering, almost reverent. His lips were warm, grounding her as he slowly began to push deeper inside her.

Anna gasped, her body tightening reflexively around him. She clung to his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin, her breath hitching as the stretch intensified.

"A-ah..." A low, strained moan spilled from her, half pain, half something else she didn’t yet have a name for.

Daniel’s jaw clenched. He felt every quiver, every tremor of her body as she tried to take him in. He wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her, holding her through the discomfort like she was something fragile and precious.

"Easy... I’ve got you," he murmured against her ear, voice thick with restraint.

Her nails pressed deeper into his arms, and he welcomed the sting—anything to keep himself grounded, to keep control while she adjusted to him inch by careful inch.

"Umm..." she whimpered, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Daniel brushed his nose against her temple, breathing her in, waiting for her body to soften. Waiting for her to pull him closer instead of tensing away.

He wouldn’t move, not until she wanted him to.

"Move..." she breathed out, barely audible.

Daniel didn’t hesitate. He drew his hips back slowly, then eased forward again, giving her body time to adjust to the rhythm. Gentle at first and measured until her tightness wrapped around him, pulling a shudder from his chest.

As her breath steadied, he increased the pace.

Anna whimpered as pleasure began to override every lingering sting. Her toes curled, her back arched, and every thrust sent waves of heat crashing through her. When he slammed deeper, hitting the sensitive spot inside her, she choked on a moan and clutched him harder.

"Damn, wifey..." Daniel groaned, his voice raw and thick. "You’re so—tight."

Each thrust grew more forceful, his control slipping as her walls squeezed around him like a desperate grip refusing to let go. His breathing turned heavy and ragged, his restraint thinning to threads.

Her body was too inviting. Too warm. Too perfect.

Every time he thrust forward, he felt her tighten around him, felt her welcome him deeper, and it sent a dark, hungry need spiraling through him.

He buried his face against her neck, inhaling sharply. "Anna... you’re driving me insane."

Her fingers slid into his hair, pulling, urging him on. Her soft cries grew louder, breathier, and needier, feeding the fire already consuming him.

The rhythm shifted again. Faster. Harder. More demanding.

Anna’s mind blurred. Each thrust made her feel like she was being unraveled from the inside out. Her thighs shook, her breath hitched, and the coil low in her belly pulled tighter and tighter.

Daniel’s grip on her hips tightened as he pounded into her, his voice thick with hunger. "I can’t... hold back—"

She felt him losing control, felt the raw, masculine urgency taking over but instead of fear, a pulse of thrill shivered through her. His need for her... his desperation... his desire... it lit something fierce inside her.

"Daniel..." she moaned, her voice cracking.

He lifted his head, eyes blown wide with lust and something tender beneath. Her lips parted in a silent plea, and he kissed her hard, devouring her gasp as he drove them both closer to the edge.

Her body trembled violently. His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, as though he needed to reach the very soul of her.

The coil inside her snapped tighter and tighter, ready to break, and Daniel felt it.

He felt her walls flutter around him, felt her body strain toward release, and it pushed him closer to his own breaking point.

"Anna... I’m close," he rasped against her lips.

Anna’s breath hitched. Her nails scraped down his back and her legs wrapped around his waist. The pleasure kept building—hotter, deeper, unstoppable pulling them both toward the peak.

"Ah..." and soon they reached the climax.