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Her hands moved down to my shoulders, her nails raking down my skin as she adjusted to the fullness. I waited until she looked me in the eye, and with one final slam, I pushed all the way inside her.

She gasped in pain as tears stung her eyes.

Her hand moved between us, and she tried to push me away, her hips shifting as if she was trying to buck me off, but all that did was add friction.

I groaned and buried my face in her neck.

“Baby, you gotta stop moving like that.”

“Kai,” she cried, and the pain in her voice was nearly my undoing. Fuck, but how did I ease this?

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” she said. “It hurts.”

“I know, baby. We just have to wait out the pain, okay? It’ll get better soon, I promise.”

“When?”

She bucked her hips again.

Fuck, but it was like seeing stars. She felt so good, so tight.

I pumped my hips slowly.

She gasped but didn’t try to push me off again.

“Oh, God.”

And this time, her tone was a mix of both pleasure and pain.

“Is this all right?” I asked, keeping up an even tempo.

“Y-yes,” she muttered, her eyes closing. The hands that were on my chest, pushing me away, slid up to my back, onto my shoulder blades as she clung to me.

I tentatively moved a little faster.

Her nails dug into my skin, as if the pressure was almost too much to bear.

Then she relaxed her fingers as another moan escaped.

“Kai…”

This one wasn’t said in protest. I circled my hips, pushing in faster and bearing down on her so she could feel me.

My hand skimmed down her body, stopping at her nipple and playing with it before I moved to the other one.

She pushed closer to me, participating.

Ah, hell.

Stars danced behind my eyes—the entire fucking galaxy.

I adjusted my position, moving back slightly, and wrapped my hands around her delicate throat.

Her eyes shot up to mine, the dark brown of her irises nearly black now, and her mouth gaped.

I experimentally squeezed a little, and a flush moved over her face and down her chest.

She didn’t stop me.

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