novelraw Chapter 314 --314
Chapter 314 --314
When his tongue flicked over her nipple, Heena’s breath hitched sharply. He sucked it into his mouth, gentle at first, then with more pressure, the wet heat and slight scrape of his teeth making her hips twitch restlessly beneath him. A low moan escaped her lips before she could stop it—breathy and surprised.
Samuel hummed against her skin, the vibration traveling straight to her core. His free hand continued its exploration, sliding down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, and finally between her thighs. He didn’t rush. His fingers traced the soft skin there, teasing the sensitive inner thighs until she was shifting, silently begging for more. Only then did he cup her mound, the heel of his palm pressing lightly against her most sensitive spot while one thick finger stroked along her folds.
Heena was already growing wet, but it felt different in this body—slickness building slowly, her nerves lighting up with every careful touch. Samuel’s finger circled her entrance, gathering the moisture before gently pressing inside. The intrusion was strange, intimate. One finger stretched her just enough to make her gasp, a mix of pressure and budding pleasure that had her walls fluttering around him.
"Wife," he murmured against her breast, voice husky, "you’re so tight here."
He worked the single finger in and out slowly, curling it slightly to explore her inner walls. Heena’s hands fisted in the sheets as sensation built. It felt good—better than good—but there was an underlying tightness, like her body was still learning how to open for him. He added a second finger after a while, scissoring them carefully, stretching her with patient, deliberate movements. The slight burn of the stretch mixed with the growing wetness, her natural lubrication easing the way as her moans grew softer, more frequent.
"Ah... Samuel..." she breathed, hips rocking subtly against his hand. The pleasure was coiling low in her belly, warm and heavy, but her body remained tense, unused to the invasion. Samuel seemed to sense it. He lifted his head, eyes dark and focused on her face as he continued pumping his fingers, thumb now finding her clit and rubbing slow, firm circles.
The dual stimulation made her cry out louder, a sharp, needy sound that echoed in the incense-heavy room. Her thighs trembled, parting wider without conscious thought. Samuel kept at it, adding more pressure to her clit while his fingers curled deeper, searching for that spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids. When he found it, Heena’s back arched off the bed with a broken moan.
"There... oh god, right there—"
He didn’t speed up. He kept the rhythm steady, building her slowly, letting her body adjust and produce more slickness. By the time he withdrew his fingers, they were glistening, and Heena was panting, flushed from her chest to her cheeks. Her core ached with emptiness now, pulsing with need even as nervousness twisted in her gut.
Samuel shifted between her legs, kneeling tall above her. He shed the last of his clothing, and there it was again—that intimidating length, thick and heavy, flushed dark with arousal, the head already leaking. Heena’s mouth went dry. Up close like this, the size difference felt even more real. She was petite; he was built like a scholar who secretly trained with blades and carried the quiet strength of someone who restrained himself daily.
He leaned down, kissing her deeply once more as he guided the blunt head of his cock to her slick entrance. He rubbed it up and down her folds, coating himself in her wetness, the friction sending sparks through both of them. Heena whimpered into the kiss, her hands gripping his shoulders.
"Wife," he whispered against her lips, "try to relax for me."
Then he began to push.
The pressure was immediate and overwhelming. The thick head stretched her entrance slowly, forcing her virgin walls to part around him. Heena’s eyes flew open, a sharp hiss escaping through gritted teeth. It burned—like a deep, tearing stretch that made her whole lower body tense instinctively.
"Fuck— it’s too much," she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. "Slow... please, slower..."
Samuel stopped immediately, buried only an inch or two inside her, breathing hard through his nose. His arms trembled with the effort of holding still. "Breathe, wife. Just breathe."
Heena tried. She forced herself to exhale, focusing on the heavy scent of jasmine and incense mingling with the musk of their arousal. Samuel waited, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her jaw, murmuring quiet words of encouragement. After a long moment, he rocked forward again, another careful inch.
The burn intensified. Heena whimpered loudly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Her body resisted, clenching tightly around the thick intrusion, making it hurt even more. Samuel groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest into hers.
"You’re squeezing me so tight... relax, wife. Let me in."
He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit again, rubbing gentle circles while he held still inside her. The pleasure from her clit helped blunt the edge of the pain, coaxing more wetness from her. Slowly, very slowly, he pushed forward again. Another inch. The stretch felt endless, her inner walls burning as they yielded to his girth.
Halfway in, the pain sharpened suddenly—a bright, tearing sensation deep inside as her hymen gave way. Heena cried out, a raw, broken sound that mixed pain and shock. Warm blood slicked the way, making the slide wetter but no less intense. She could feel it trickling, a small but unmistakable smear of red mixing with their combined fluids.
"It hurts— ahh! Samuel, it really hurts..." Her voice cracked, body rigid beneath him. The fullness was overwhelming, like being split open from the inside. Every tiny shift of his hips sent fresh waves of burning discomfort radiating through her pelvis.
Samuel paused again, fully aware of the blood now easing his path. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her whimpers, his thumb never stopping its steady rhythm on her clit. "I know, wife. I know it hurts. You’re doing so well. Just a little more."
Heena’s chest heaved with shallow breaths. The pain was real and vivid— a deep, throbbing ache combined with the relentless pressure of being stretched so wide. But beneath it, the constant stimulation on her clit was building something else: a heavy, liquid heat that made her hips twitch despite herself. Samuel took that as permission to move again, sinking the rest of the way in with one long, careful thrust until he was buried to the hilt, his hips flush against hers.
Heena let out a long, shuddering moan that bordered on a sob. The fullness was indescribable—too much, too deep, pressing against every sensitive spot inside her at once. She felt stuffed, claimed, her virgin walls fluttering and clenching around his thick length in protest and welcome all at once. Blood and slickness coated them both, the wet heat making every subtle movement audible in the quiet room.
Samuel stayed motionless for what felt like an eternity, letting her adjust to the sheer size of him. His forehead rested against hers, both of them breathing raggedly. "Wife... you feel incredible. So hot and tight around me."