Pearl’s POV
My breath hitched as Demyan’s weight settled over me, his lips brushing against mine with aching tenderness — so gentle, it contradicted the storm raging inside both of us. His body trembled, as if every ounce of control was fraying by the second.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine, eyes clenched shut.
I didn’t. I couldn’t.
Instead, I reached for him, cradling his face between my hands. “I trust you,” I said, voice soft but steady. “I want this… I want you.”
Something inside him broke or maybe it was unleashed.
He kissed me again, this time with fire. No more hesitation. No more fear. Just raw, burning hunger. Our bodies tangled like two halves trying to fuse back into one. I felt him guide himself against me, the moment charged with unspo
