Then he pushed.
“Alex!” She cried out his name.
The stretch was immediate and brutal. Theodora’s back arched off the bed as his thick crown breached her. It burned, far more than the mere sting his fingers caused. Tears pricked her eyes, but she refused to close them. Science demanded observation and she studied everything as Alexander groaned at his pleasure. His eyes never left hers. She saw a gentleness there that she had never seen before.
“Theo,” he grunted her name, holding perfectly still inside of her.
Theodora knew it was conceivable but at that moment it seemed impossible that he could enter her even more. She reached for his face and placed her hands gently on his chiseled jaw.
Alexander turned and kissed her palm.
“Does it hurt?” he asked her gently.
“It… it burns,” she panted. “Keep going.”
“If you wish it.”
He pulled out of her slowly and rocked forward again. The pain flared brighter, a sharp tearing sensation that made her gasp. Yet beneath it, heat, pressure, and an unbearable fullness made her inner muscles flutter around him.
“Tell me exactly how it feels,” he grunted as he slowly began a rhythm, stretching her even further with each slow thrust.
Theodora felt close to tears. Her emotions became unbearable as he entered and reentered her.
“I…I feel you all over me, inside me, around me,” she stuttered.
He pulled out of her slightly, but she felt her body contract and pull him back.
Alexander hissed. “Do you feel that, sorceress? Your body is trying to pull me deeper. Does your scientific mind register how wet you still are? How your body is begging for me?”
“Yes,” she moaned, the word torn from her.
He entered her this time an inch deeper. The pain was shifting now, melting into a dark, throbbing ache that pulsed in time with her heartbeat. “More…I need more.”
Alexander groaned as he thrust the rest of the way into her with one smooth, powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Theodora screamed as the final barrier gave way. He filled her completely, so deep she swore she could feel him in her throat. For a moment, neither of them moved. Only the ragged sound of their breathing and the frantic thud of her pulse filled the silence.
He dropped his forehead to hers. “Breathe, love. It is done. The hurt will pass now.”
Alexander continued thrusting and Theodora’s vision blurred. She could feel everything: the heavy weight of him against her, the way her walls clenched and rippled around his thickness, and the impossible stretch. Pain still throbbed, but pleasure was rising beneath it like a tide, hot and irresistible.
“Is this the proof you wanted?” he whispered seductively in her ear.
“Y…yes!”
Each stroke stoked her fire higher. The pain completely faded, leaving only a delicious ache and a building pressure that made her toes curl. A broken moan escaped her as he angled his hips and hit a spot inside of her that sent lightning shooting up her spine.
“It—it feels… overwhelming,” she gasped.
Alexander growled and picked up the pace, pumping harder into her. The bed creaked beneath them. One hand slid down to pinch her nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until she arched with a cry. The other gripped her hip, holding her open for every thrust.
Theodora’s head fell back, but she forced her eyes open and looked at him. Pleasure coiled tighter as she watched Alexander and he watched her.
He slammed in deep and ground against her, circling his hips so the base of his member rubbed against her.
“Come for me, my brilliant sorceress.”
The words were crude but perfect and it shoved her over the edge. Theodora’s world crashed around her as her walls convulsed violently around his shaft. She screamed his name, nails raking down his back, thighs shaking as wave after wave of blinding pleasure ripped her apart. Her vision blacked out and her mind blanked. There was only the relentless drag of him inside her, the wet sounds, and the heat of their bodies that anchored her.
Alexander never slowed down as he chased his own release. He thrust once, twice more, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan. She felt every pulse and hot jets of seed flooding her, spilling out of him as he kept rocking through his climax. The sensation of being filled and claimed pushed another smaller aftershock through her trembling body.
