His entire body tightened. "My pleasure," he whispered, then settled himself into her, causing her to gasp in surprise.
He was too big. It had only been a few months since he had last entered her, and she was tight, like it was the first time. She almost felt as though she couldn't stretch enough to take all of him in.
Rohan groaned softly as he pushed all the way in. He took a long breath, his chest pressing hers. He wouldn't look at her, turning his head so she stared directly at his cheekbone and rain-wet hair slicked to his skull.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"No. You're not." She breathed.
"Good." He thrust once. "Good."
Belle squeezed her eyes shut as he thrust again. The thickness of him pushed so deep inside her she thought it would tear her apart.
And it felt good.
"Rohan," she moaned his name. "I don't want you to stop. Ahh, I like it..." she cried out when he suddenly paused at the sound of his name, but then continued his thrusts at her encouragement not to stop.
