She whimpered softly.
Damien froze.
“You okay?” His voice was strained, veins standing out along his arms as he held back, careful and deliberate.
She nodded, a soft breath escaping, cheeks flushed, a tear sliding down the side of her face.
Damien pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “Relax, love,” he murmured. “You’re so tight… I need to go slow.”
Maya’s soft, breathy hum was all the consent he needed.
He sank deeper, inch by careful inch, feeling her body resist, then slowly yield. Every tiny sound—every gasp, every tremor of her breath—twisted him with need and reverence all at once.
“f**k, Maya…” he growled, voice thick with hunger. “You’re so tight.” He bit back a groan as he pressed further, feeling her open around him.
Then he felt it—the slight barrier of resistance. Her vi
