Hot, rigid flesh pressed into her. Her virgin body resisted the thick intrusion, clenching tightly against him. She instinctively struggled, pushing hard against his chest.
"Seb...!" She moaned in pain.
"Relax, love. Relax and it'll feel better. Don't fight me," he soothed, pressing his lips to the top of her head.
But the burning discomfort made her nails dig into his skin. He swiftly captured her wrists and pinned them to the mattress above her head, holding her gently but firmly as he paused to calm her.
"I want to make it good for you," he murmured, voice strained with desire and restraint.
Then he pressed his hips forward and plunged deeper in one smooth stroke. Viola gasped sharply as pain lanced through her. A cry tore from her throat, but he smothered it with a deep, loving kiss. When he finally pulled back, he whispered her name again, soft and full of tender apology.
