World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 118: Blissful Night*** (3)

The moment James pushed inside, he froze. His mind went blank for a second. All he could feel was her. All he could hear was her soft, trembling moans in his ear.

The heat of her inside, the impossible tightness, the way her body clung to him — it was overwhelming.

His entire body shuddered violently, his hands tightening on the sheets beside her head.

"F**k..." he groaned low under his breath, gritting his teeth, trying desperately not to lose control.

Natasha’s walls gripped him so tightly, so perfectly, and it was almost unbearable. He had never felt anything like it — not even close.

James lowered his forehead to hers, breathing hard, trying to steady himself.

"You’re perfect. You’re too perfect for me," he whispered hoarsely.

Natasha whimpered, her arms wrapping tighter around his back, pulling him closer.

James stayed buried deep inside her, not moving and giving both of them time to adjust, his heart thundering in his chest.

He stayed perfectly still, buried deep inside her, his breathing uneven, his heart hammering violently against his ribs.

He enjoyed the feeling of her inner fold wrapped around his dick and how heavenly it felt.

He had imagined what losing his virginity would feel like before — but nothing, nothing could have prepared him for this.

The way Natasha clung to him. The way her warmth wrapped around him so tightly, so perfectly, it was almost... No, it was overwhelming.

He closed his eyes briefly, swallowing hard, savoring the way her body welcomed him, accepted him completely.

"She’s mine. All mine," he thought, almost dazedly.

"God," he thought, "she’s so warm... so tight..."

It was overwhelming. Every nerve ending in his body felt raw, and burning with so much desire and pleasure.

He gritted his teeth, still fighting the urge to lose control, fighting the sharp, desperate need to move. He didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want to rush this.

Natasha whimpered softly beneath him, her body trembling, but she clung to him fiercely — her arms wrapped tight around his back, her fingers digging into his skin like she couldn’t bear to let him go.

James leaned down, pressing his forehead gently against hers, his breath brushing her lips.

"You okay?" he whispered, his voice low, shaky, full of concern.

Natasha nodded, blinking up at him through lashes wet with tears, her eyes glassy but full of love and trust.

"I am," she whispered back. "You feel... so good."

Her words broke something loose inside him.

James kissed her deeply, slowly, pouring everything he felt into it — the tenderness, the gratitude, the awe.

He pulled back just enough to watch her face, then drew his hips back slowly, feeling the way her walls clung to him, almost refusing to let him go.

Then, he pushed back in — slow, careful, savoring every single overwhelming sensation.

Natasha gasped sharply, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Her face contorted beautifully — a mix of pleasure and a faint trace of lingering discomfort — but there was no fear. Only trust.

James groaned low in his throat, unable to help it.

"You’re so perfect," he whispered against her ear, his voice trembling.

"So warm... so tight... it’s driving me crazy."

"Me too. It feels so good. Don’t stop," Natasha moaned.

James moved again — shallow, tender thrusts — taking note of her body’s response and adjusting to it, feeling the way she responded to him.

Each time he pushed in, she clung tighter. Each time he pulled back, she whimpered softly, her body begging him not to leave.

James understood that he and Natasha need tonight is slow, romantic and pleasurable sex. At least for their first time. Going rough from the start feel wrong.

Their breathing synced. Their hearts pounded together, frantic but steadying each other.

"James..." Natasha whispered breathlessly, her nails raking lightly down his back.

He kissed her again — deep and slow — and began to move a little more, rocking into her with short, slow thrusts.

The friction, the heat, the way her body sucked him in with every movement — it was almost too much.

James barely held himself back, his whole body trembling with the effort.

Natasha’s legs squeezed his waist, her hips rising to meet his shallow thrusts, her body finally relaxing into the rhythm.

A soft, broken moan escaped her lips, and she tilted her head back, baring her throat, surrendering everything to him.

James kissed down her neck, tasting her skin, feeling her pulse racing wildly against his mouth.

"You feel so good, I could stay like this forever," he rasped against her skin.

Natasha whimpered in response, her hands sliding into his hair, tugging gently, grounding herself against him.

James drew back to look at her — really look at her — the way her flushed face glowed under the dim lights, the way her lips parted in soft, desperate gasps, the way her blue eyes locked onto his with such raw emotion it stole his breath.

He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, everywhere he could reach, murmuring soft praises against her skin.

"I love you. I love you, Natasha," he whispered hoarsely without thinking, the words tearing free from somewhere deep inside him.

Was he wrong for saying that when he only feel a little bit of something for her? He has no idea but what he knows is that he’s never going to let Natasha go. She’s his from today onwards.

Natasha’s eyes widened — not in fear or surprise — but with an overflowing warmth.

A tear slid from the corner of her eye, but she smiled through it, her hands cradling his face like he was the most precious thing she had ever touched.

"I love you too, James," she whispered back.

With those words said, a deep connection seem to form between them as the sex felt even more pleasurable and deep

James kissed her again, more fiercely this time, as he began to move a little more confidently, his thrusts growing deeper, stronger, but still gentle. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Their bodies fit together perfectly, moving in sync, chasing a pleasure that was pure, honest, and blindingly intense.

James felt like he was losing himself in her — in her touch, her scent, her voice, the way she gasped his name every time he moved deeper.

He never wanted it to end.

He never wanted to be anywhere else but right here, buried inside the girl who had always been his, even before either of them realized it.