Don’t hurt her.
I pushed forward, just the tip, and felt her stretch around me.
She gasped.
I froze.
“Okay?”
“Yes, keep going.”
I pushed deeper, inch by careful inch, felt her body accommodate me, felt the tight heat of her surrounding me.
Fuck.
Oh fuck.
She feels—I couldn’t think. Couldn’t form coherent thoughts. Could only feel the overwhelming sensation of being inside her, of her body accepting mine, of the most intimate connection two people could share.
“Julien.” Her voice was breathless. “Aren’t you supposed to move?”
I pulled back slightly, pushed forward again, and established a slow rhythm.
Tight. So tight.
Perfect.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, changed the angle, and suddenly I was deeper, hitting something inside her that made her cry out.
“There—oh God—right there!”
I adjusted my angle, aimed for that spot with surgical precision, and felt her clench around me.
Yes.
There.
That’s it.
My control was fracturing. The careful, measured approach I’d started with was dissolving into something more primal, more desperate. I thrust harder, faster, chasing the pleasure building at the base of my spine.
Athena met me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my back, her breath hot against my neck.
“Julien—I’m going to—again!”
“Come for me, baby,” I growled against her ear. “Come on my cock.”
She shattered. Her body clenched around me, her inner walls fluttering and squeezing, her cry of pleasure pushing me over the edge.
I came with a groan, buried deep inside her, and felt my release pulse through me in waves.
Mine.
She is mine.
Forever.
We collapsed together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked and trembling.
