He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down.
Aria’s heart was racing, her breath uneven as she looked up at him.
Ryan didn’t say anything.
He just leaned down and continued kissing her slowly.
This time, the kiss was deeper… softer… more intense, like a silent plea for closeness, drawing her further into him.
Aria’s fingers tightened around his shirt as she closed her eyes. Everything felt overwhelming. New.
Ryan’s hands moved carefully, slowly removing her clothes while his lips never left hers for long. Each touch was unhurried. Intentional.
Aria felt her heart beating faster with every second. She didn’t know what she was doing… but she didn’t want him to stop.
Ryan paused for a brief moment, looking down at her. His expression changed slightly. There was desire… but also control. Restraint.
He leaned down again, kissing her gently, slower this time—like he was trying to calm both her and himself.
Aria responded softly, holding onto him like she was afraid he might pull away.
And Ryan… even in that moment… he was still careful with her.
He looked at her, his expression serious now. “I want to make love to you, Aria.”
Aria’s eyes met his. There was fear there. Uncertainty. But also trust.
Ryan saw it, and he didn’t rush. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips, slower this time… reassuring.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
She did.
“I won’t hurt you,” He whispered, his eyes searching hers with gentle certainty, helping her feel safe in his embrace.
Aria nodded slowly.
Ryan moved carefully, taking off his clothes before joining her on the bed. He didn’t rush. Didn’t force anything. He stayed close, his hand brushing her hair back gently, giving her time.
Then slowly… he moved closer. Careful. Patient.
Aria tensed slightly, her fingers gripping the sheets.
Ryan noticed immediately. “Relax…” he whispered near her ear.
But when he finally moved forward—he thrust in with force and did it until he was finally in.
Aria gasped softly. The pain hit her instantly. Her body stiffened.
“I’m not okay, Ryan… it hurts…” Her voice trembled as she tried to push him slightly.
Ryan exhaled slowly, his forehead resting gently against hers. “I know…” His voice softened. “It’s your first time.”
He didn’t move right away. He stayed still, giving her a moment to adjust. His hand gently held hers, squeezing it lightly. “Breathe…”
Aria tried, her breathing uneven at first. Then slowly… it steadied.
Ryan watched her carefully, making sure she was okay before continuing—slowly, patiently, never taking his eyes off her face.
He went in and out of her faster this time.
“R-Ryan… ohh…” Aria gasped, her hands pressing against his chest, trying to slow him.
He shook his head, lips brushing hers. “Not yet… not now,” he murmured, low and rough.
“Ah… I… Ryan… I don’t know…” she whimpered, her body trembling under him.
He growled, deep, and thrust harder, feeling her shiver, her nails digging into his back. “Shh… I’ve got you. Every bit of you.”
Her moans mixed with gasps, broken cries of pleasure and hesitation. “Oh… don’t… ohh… don’t stop, Ryan…”
“Never,” he promised, one hand sliding down her side, the other gripping her thigh as he lifted her effortlessly.
Her eyes widened. “Wha… Ryan?”
“I told you. I’ve got you.”
Before she could protest, he carried her to the wall, pressing her against it, her legs wrapping instinctively around him.
“Ohhh… Ryan… ah…!” she cried, pushing at him, and he only held her tighter, letting her squirm, letting her struggle just enough to drive them both crazier.
He pressed deep, thrusting with steady, unrelenting force. “You feel so good… Aria…” he groaned, his body rigid, his lips brushing hers in a possessive kiss.
She moaned, gasped, and begged all at once. “I… I can’t… oh God… yes… ahh!”
Her hands clawed at his shoulders, then his chest, then his neck, trying to push him away, trying to slow the madness—but he didn’t stop.
“Don’t fight me… not now… not ever,” he murmured, voice rough with need.
Her cries, gasps, and moans filled the room—raw, loud, messy. Every sound pushed him further, every tremor of her body drove him deeper.
He carried her like she weighed nothing, pressed her against the wall, and went harder, faster, deeper.
“Ohhh… Ryan… I… I’m… ahh! Ryan!” she gasped, every word breaking into moans, every plea tangled with desire.
“I know… I’m here. I’m yours,” he whispered, grounding her, holding her close as their bodies slammed together.
Her legs wrapped tighter, her hands clawed at him, and yet she leaned into him, into the chaos, into the wild, messy pleasure of their first time.
He groaned, every thrust driving them both to the edge, and she clung to him, lost and trembling, screaming his name, crying out in every way she could.
“Ryan… don’t… ohhh… please… ohh…!”
“I’m not stopping… not ever,” he whispered, kissing her hair, her neck, every trembling inch of her.
And there, pressed against the wall, with her wrapped around him, every gasp, every moan, every desperate sound became a symphony of first-time madness and raw, wild love.
He finally let go, his body still pressing against hers for a heartbeat longer.
They both gasped, shivering, spent, and the air around them seemed to crackle with everything they had just shared.
Ryan’s arms trembled as he held her, and for a moment, neither of them moved, just letting the weight of it all settle.
Then, slowly, he lifted her in his arms, carrying her back to the bed. She was trembling, weak, and completely undone, every muscle tingling and every breath shallow.
Her head rested against his chest, heart racing, and even in her exhaustion, she felt the heat of him lingering, the force of their connection still roaring between them.
He laid her down gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and for the first time, both of them just let themselves breathe, shiver, and feel everything.