He pushed into her.
Lori gasped from pain.
The sensation was overwhelming—a burning stretch that bordered on unbearable. He was so big, so thick, and her body struggled to accommodate him. She felt tears prick at her eyes, but she didn't ask him to stop.
She wanted this.
She wanted him.
Every inch of him.
Attia paused, his body trembling with the effort of restraint. His jaw was tight, his muscles strained, his breath coming in harsh pants against her lips. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and she could see the almost savage effort it took for him not to simply take her.
"Breathe," he commanded softly, his voice strained. "Breathe, little one."
She obeyed, inhaling deeply, letting her body adjust to his size. She felt every inch of him, every pulse of his heartbeat through his shaft.
