“I won’t last,” he said, his voice strained. “Not like this. Not yet.”
“Then how?”
He lifted her again, settling her against him. The water buoyed her, making her feel almost weightless in his arms. Her legs wrapped around him once more, bringing him to her entrance.
“Are you sure?” he asked, holding himself back by sheer force of will. “There will be pain.”
She nodded, her eyes clear and trusting. “I want this. I want you.”
Slowly, carefully, he pressed forward, breaching her entrance. He’d never felt anything so soft, so warm, so perfect. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders, and he froze.
“No,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Please.”
He pushed further, feeling the resistance of her maidenhead. He paused there, letting her adjust, before surging forward in a swift, sure motion.
She cried out, her nails biting into his skin. He held perfectly still, even though his body was screaming for release. He kissed her again, tenderly, his lips brushing hers as he murmured soft words of reassurance. Gradually, he felt her relax, the pain easing.
When she began to move against him, he knew it was safe to continue. He pulled back slowly, almost withdrawing completely, before sliding forward again. Her eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent moan. He set a slow, steady pace, letting the pleasure build gradually. She was so tight, so hot, it was all he could do not to lose control.
When she started to meet his thrusts, he knew she was ready for more. He angled his hips, driving deeper, hitting a spot insideher that made her cry out. Her legs tightened around him, urging him on.
His pace increased, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The water churned around them, his powerful strokes driving waves against the stone walls. Her nails raked down his back, the slight sting only adding to the intensity of his need.
Her body began to tighten around him, her moans growing louder. He was close, so close, but he wanted to bring her with him. Reaching between them, he found her clit, rubbing it in quick, firm circles.
She shattered around him, her body convulsing, her inner walls gripping him in a velvet vise. He growled, his hips jerking forward before he forced himself to pull free. His seed erupted into the water as he cradled her against him, rocking her gently.
As the last tremors faded, he lifted her onto the ledge. She sprawled there, her body flushed and glistening, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. He settled beside her, his chest still heaving with exertion.
For a moment, they simply lay there, letting the steam and the afterglow envelop them. Then she turned, propping herself on her elbows.
“Was it—” She hesitated, her cheeks flushing. “Was it good for you? I know it was my first time, but I want to please you.”
He chuckled, his finger tracing her kiss-swollen lower lip. “It was beyond anything I’ve ever dreamed.”
“Really?” she asked, her eyes searching his face. “Because you stopped. You didn’t—inside me.”
He shook his head and guided her hand to the thick band of skin around the base of his cock.
“That… that’s different,” she whispered.
“It’s my knot. It would expand inside you when I came, locking us together.”
Her pretty lips parted in shock.
“You mean you’d get bigger? Is that possible?”
“Very much so. But your body is very small and this is your first time. I did not want to cause you any further discomfort.”
“It didn’t hurt, exactly,” she said thoughtfully, still caressing the base of his cock and it began to swell in response to her touch. “It was just… overwhelming. I felt so full, as if you were part of me.”
She looked up at him shyly and then gave him a smile that was both sweet and sensual. “Perhaps we could try that next time?”
He leaned forward and nuzzled her ear. “Next time, we will do anything you wish.”
His Beast, so long a source of fear and rage, now purred with contentment. She was his, and he was hers. Not by treaty or arrangement, but by choice.
“My queen,” he murmured. “My heart.”