Blood pounded through his veins. He felt as if he were going to explode, but he held back, giving her a moment to adjust before burying himself deep inside.
Jesus. Don't push ...
"I-I'm n-not sure this is going to work," she said anxiously. "M-maybe when you're a bit smaller?"
A chuckle rumbled from his chest through the pain. He would explain some of the intricacies of the matter later. "Trust me, love. We will fit perfectly." But admittedly he'd never been with a maid before. "You might feel some pain for a moment." He looked into her eyes. "All right?"
She nodded, but looked a little less certain than before.
He held her gaze the entire time, giving her silent encouragement, as he sank a little deeper. Inch by excruciating inch.
The sensation of her body wrapped tightly around his cock was nearly too much. He had to fight against the urge to thrust, knowing how good it would feel. The tight, wet heat gripping him. Milking him. Every muscle in his body was rigid with tension as he tried to hold back, as he tried to go slow. It felt so good.
But he would make it perfect for her, damn it.
Almost ...
There. The point of no return. Looking deep into her eyes, he felt his chest contract and gave the final push.
She gasped, and her eyes widened with pain, but she didn't cry out. The stoic look on her face gave him the perverse urge to smile. "It will get better, my love, I promise. Try to relax."
She shot him a look as if he were crazy. "I don't think that's possible."
But then he kissed her and proved that she was wrong.
Anna felt a sharp pinch as he entered her and wanted to cry out in pain. But she could see him struggling and bit it back, knowing how badly he was trying not to hurt her. It wasn't his fault God had made him so ... oversized. It must make things terribly uncomfortable--
Wait. He was distracting her with his kiss, but she thought she'd felt ...
There it was again. A twinge. A twinge that felt nice.Verynice. In fact, it felt amazing. Her body had softened around him and the pain had subsided. Now she could feel him. Hot and hard, filling her in a way that she'd never imagined.
And then he started to move. Slowly at first. Sinking in and out in long, smooth strokes.
She gasped as each thrust reverberated through her body. It felt as though he were claiming her. Possessing her in the most primitive way possible.
It felt incredible. She had to move with him, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper. Harder. Then faster.
She clutched his shoulders, drawing him closer. Wanting to feel his weight on top of her. Their bodies seemed fused together. Skin to skin. It was so hot. Her body so achingly heavy.
Passion gripped her in its shimmery hold. Sensations fired inside her. Building. Coiling. Concentrating in that most feminine part of her. He felt it, too. He was like steel under her fingertips, his muscles tense and flared, ready to explode.
But it was the look in his eyes that sent her over the edge. Intense. Penetrating. Dark with not just desire but also with emotion. Reflected in those golden-amber depths, she saw the love that burned in her own heart.
He loved her. He might not realize it yet, but she did.
He held her to him, not letting her turn away as he thrust into her again, burying himself as deep as he could go, and held her there.
Something powerful and magical passed between them. A connection unlike anything she'd ever imagined.
Her breath caught high in her chest as sensation took hold. For one moment everything seemed to stop. Her body held at the very peak of ecstasy, balanced on the heavenly precipice.
She let out a sharp cry as the first spasm of release sent her careening over, shattering into mindless oblivion.
"That's it, love, come for me." He started to move again, pounding into her with fierce abandon. "Oh God. You feel so good. I can't ..."
With a deep groan of satisfaction that seemed ripped from his soul, he drove into her one last time. His body stiffened, then shuddered as his release caught the tiding wave of her own. His face was fierce and beautiful, primitive in its passion.
When the last sensation had flickered to an end, he collapsed on top of her, their bodies still joined. All she could hear was the heavy sound of their breathing and the fierce pounding of their hearts.
