Zarius held himself completely motionless inside him for several long, agonizing seconds, letting Cherion's tight, scorching walls adapt to his massive length and heavy girth. His body hovered over Cherion, his eyes fixed intently on Cherion's flushed face, catching every shallow, trembling breath that rasped through Cherion's parted lips.
The heat inside the bedroom was stifling. Zarius's dark, musky Alpha aura merged with the soft, sweet hum of Cherion's scent, filling the room until the very air between them felt thick and heavy to breathe. Cherion's body was stretched so taut around Zarius's intrusion that every tiny pulse of Zarius's veins rippled straight through Cherion's heightened nerves.
"Tell me," Zarius growled, his low voice thick and gravelly with suppressed restraint. His large hand reached up to gently wipe away a trail of sweat trickling down Cherion's temple. "Do you feel me, Cherion?"
