And those words had magically...made her relax.
She'd understood that there was no need for fear, since they were talking about Sylas here. He might have a weapon of destruction down there, but what actually matters is the person wielding it.
He kissed the corner of her lips again, bracing both elbows on both sides of her head as he gently pushed in.
The slippery nature had a few inches going in, even further than he had expected. He quickly searched her face for any sign of discomfort, and he found something else.
Those few inches had to be at least seven so far, and it was enough to fill her up. The girth of him opened her up, pulling her walls apart to accommodate him properly.
Her breath caught somewhere in her throat, and her eyes rounded into giant saucers.
He pushed in deeper, and she whimpered, almost squeezing her eyes shut against the invasion and gaining another session of almost being choked by him.
