[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 304: Three Gentle Thrusts Into the Deep

~Nantam’s POV~

"Just three gentle thrusts," he said, his voice calm but firm. "You need to relax, Nan. Can you do that for ?"

"Yes," I breathed, trying to steady my racing heart.

Then, with a careful, deliberate motion, he thrust for the first ti. A sharp gasp escaped . "Ah... Evans..."

He imdiately pulled back slightly, his expression concerned. "Should I stop? I can, if you want to."

"It’s okay," I whispered, gripping his shoulders. The pain was sharp, but the overwhelming intimacy and presence of him were more potent. "Please, don’t stop."

He thrust a second ti, slow and deep. "Hmm... fuck..." I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut.

"Nan, just breathe," he instructed, breathing with .

I inhaled, and on the next exhale, he thrust a third and final ti, slow and complete, sinking fully inside . The stretch was intense, but I focused on his heat.

He leaned down and pressed a deep kiss to my lips. "You did a good job, Nan," he praised, pulling back. "I’m going slowly now, but I will go harder after."

"Okay," I agreed, my voice small.

Then, slowly, he started thrusting. The movent was deliberately slow at first, then he picked up the pace, faster and deeper. I let out a sharp, unrestrained scream.

He quickly captured my two legs, lifting them high and resting them on his shoulders. This gave him incredible access and leverage, and he started slamming into .

Plap... plap... plap...

Each wet, echoing smack made the bed jump. I moaned loudly, no longer trying to contain the sound. "Hhh... please..."

"Please what?" he asked, his voice rough and breathless.

I didn’t even know what to say; the pleasure, the pain, and the frantic need were all blending into one overwhelming sensation. "Please don’t stop," I finally managed to gasp.

"Should I go harder?"

"Yes!"

Slam... slam... slam... My entire body vibrated. Each thrust landed with a wet, echoing smack that forced the breath from my lungs.

"F*ck! Oh... yes!" I moaned, clinging to his shoulders.

Then, without slowing, he pulled out just enough to reposition . He turned onto my hands and knees, positioning my back toward him. He gripped my hips firmly and thrust into again.

The angle was deeper, more aggressive, sending a fresh wave of shock and pleasure through . The sheets were bunched beneath my hands as I gripped them, trying to brace for the impact.

He slamd into again, the rhythm heavy and powerful. "Is this better, Nan?" he asked, his voice a low growl right near my ear.

"Yes! Don’t... don’t you dare stop!" I panted, utterly lost in the sensations.

He didn’t. He used my hips as handles, controlling the pace. The slap-slap-slap of our bodies against each other was the only sound in the room besides our ragged breathing. My core felt tight, stretched, and gloriously full.

He kept up the powerful, steady pace, driving toward release. I felt my chest rising and falling rapidly. My hips rocked back involuntarily with every thrust, chasing the friction he was creating. I was stroking myself harder as he was pounding my back.

Thwack... thwack... thwack... His movents were hard and fast, the sound of skin eting skin echoing in the room.

"I’m close, Evans," I alerted him, the na coming out as a desperate plea.

"Let it go, Nan. Give it to ," he commanded, his voice dark with his own building climax.

He pulled back and thrust one last, earth-shattering ti, hitting a spot that made my vision flash white.

I scread, my back arching, and released my load with a violent shudder, gripping the sheets as my whole body vibrated.

Evans groaned loudly behind , fuck yeah...shuddering violently as he emptied himself inside the condom. He leaned over , his heavy chest pressing against my back, both of us panting desperately.

We stayed there for a long mont, simply breathing the sa air, the silence a stark contrast to the aggressive noise we had just made.

He eventually pulled out slowly, resting his cheek against my shoulder.

"See?" he whispered, his voice shaky with exhaustion and satisfaction. "I told you I wouldn’t hurt you."

I tried to turn, but I was too weak. I just stayed there, feeling the delicious, heavy exhaustion of the release. "That was... perfect."

He rolled onto his back, pulling beside him, tucking into his side. He stroked my hair, his touch gentle.

"Nan," he said, his voice turning serious again. "No more running. No more pretending you don’t know what you want. You’re mine now... right? I an, very soon, you’ll be completely mine. Isn’t that true?"

I didn’t hesitate. I looked up at his handso, sweat-streaked face. "Yes, Evans," I confird, pressing a kiss to his damp chest. The certainty of the mont was overwhelming and wonderful.

He kissed the top of my head, his touch incredibly tender now. "What do you want, Nan? Water, milk, juice?"

I was still riding the high of the climax and couldn’t think straight. "I want water. Maybe milk. And I might also want juice."

He chuckled, the sound deep and satisfied. "You want the entire beverage nu, then. I’ll just bring you the three." He paused. "Do you want a snack? Your stomach might need it because of..."

I quickly tapped his chest, a blush creeping up my neck. "Please, don’t tease ."

He lifted my chin, eting my gaze. "If I don’t tease you, who will?"

Then he pressed a soft kiss to my cheek, rolling off the bed. "I’ll be back," he promised, heading toward the bathroom to put clothes on, thankfully.

The mont he was out of sight, I scrambled for my phone. My hands were shaking slightly from adrenaline. I opened Nicki’s thread and typed the ssage, feeling a rush of triumphant giddiness:

: We did it.

His reply was instant, punctuated with emojis that practically scread joy. Nicki: !!! Report fully tomorrow. Don’t leave out any detail. SO HAPPY!

I read it, a wide smile breaking out on my face, and dropped the phone back onto the pillow.

"I chuckled to myself, shaking my head. "I know you’ll be happy, Nicki. Such a wonderful devil brother you are."

It was a risk, a huge leap of faith into a relationship with a man who had a room of whips and chains, but the sex was explosive, and his sincerity felt genuine. "Good thing," I murmured, staring at the ceiling. "It’s not bad at all. I can’t wait to do more."

Just then, Evans returned, carrying a tray laden with everything I had asked for: a glass of water, a glass of milk, and a tall tumbler of juice. He set it down on the bedside table.

"Hold on a minute," he instructed gently. "You can only drink the water first. Then we’re going to shower, and after that, you can co back and take the rest, okay?"

I nodded, instantly complying.

He helped up, his hands steady and supportive. We had a shower, and it was surprisingly brief and chaste, focused entirely on care. He then gave a fresh, incredibly soft nightwear set, one of his own silk pajamas.

He helped back into the imnse bed. Then, his tenderness reached a new level of attentiveness.

"You’re going to feel so soreness tomorrow," he admitted, sitting beside . "In your entrance and probably your lower back."

I let him know that my entrance was already starting to hurt.

He said, to prevent the pain, he gave a potent painkiller to swallow and, with absolute discretion, applied a soothing relief cream to the area, explaining it would make feel less pain, or maybe even none at all.

"Thank you, Evans," I said, my voice heavy with gratitude. He was genuinely caring, sweet, soft, and so attentive, qualities I hadn’t expected from a man who owned a dungeon.

He finally handed the juice and the snack. I ate slowly, savoring the salty crunch of the crisps with the sweet burst of the juice. I even drank the milk. He told to slow down because of my stomach, but I just smiled and told him, "I’ll be fine."

"Okay," he conceded, watching with a loving gaze.

After eating, we talked for a little while longer, discussing nothing important, just existing in the cozy glow of the after-sex haze. Finally, the heavy exhaustion of the night settled in.

Evans settled down next to , pulling close. We cuddled to sleep, a sensation that felt different from how my brother clung to ; this was safe, intimate, and intentional.

I won’t lie: this night was the best mont I had been waiting for, and it was worth every single mont of nervous anticipation.

Evans pressed a soft, final kiss to my shoulder. "Let’s sleep, Nan."

And we did, wrapped together.