Vivian's POV
Liam's mouth curved into a wicked smile. "I love hearing you say that word." His lips crashed against mine in a hungry kiss, muffling the soft cry that escaped me as he positioned himself at my entrance.
My pulse hammered against my throat. Fear mixed with desperate need, creating a cocktail of emotions that left me breathless. He pressed forward slowly, and the burn of his thickness stretching me made my body tense immediately.
"Jesus," I whispered through gritted teeth, my fingernails biting into his skin as moisture gathered in my eyes.
Nothing had prepared me for this. The toy he had used before was nothing compared to the heat and hardness of my husband filling me.
"Easy," he murmured, trailing gentle kisses along my cheekbone and temple. "Take a breath, sweetheart," his voice was velvet against my ear. "Trust me to take care of you. Just let go."
He withdrew slightly, giving me a moment to adjust, then pushed deeper with careful control.
