Eleanor gasped, her eyes half-closed and her lips parted as Kael thrust firmly into her. The air escaped her lungs in a pent-up moan, a mixture of surprise and sharp pleasure. Her body instinctively gripped the sheets, her nails sliding and closing in on the fabric as if she could hold herself together against the invasion that made her burn—and shiver.
"K-Kael, it's... so big," she moaned, her inner muscles contracting around his thick shaft. "Please... go slow... let me adjust..."
Her hips trembled, and the muscles contracted around him with involuntary intensity. Every inch of his shaft made her body scream silently between pain and pleasure, between resistance and surrender.
He stood still for a moment, his firm fingers running down her waist, then down her spine, as if mapping every inch of the path he had taken to get there. His eyes, dark and full of desire, never left the arched body before him.
