Clay’s eyelids fluttered at the word, and his jaw was tight as he reached between us and adjusted himself at my entrance. I kept my hands where he’d placed them, even with his grip gone, twisting my fingertips into the pillow at my head as I held on for dear life.

His crown slipped between my lips, and he ran it up through my wetness before sliding it down to my entrance. He paused then, his eyes finding mine, and then he tested it, flexing forward just enough to stretch me open for him.

I gasped, that same familiar cocktail of pleasure and pain surfacing from the first time he fingered me.

The dominance faded from his face, brows folding together as he lowered himself down to his elbows and brought his lips to mine.

“Okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded, wrapping my arms around him and sliding my fingers into his hair. I gripped him to me, kissing him harder as I tucked my hips just enough to help him slide a centimeter more.

We both inhaled a stiff breath at the feel of it, and then Clay took control again, withdrawing that small bit of his tip before he flexed forward and filled me even more.

The pain intensified, but it was smoothed quickly as he kissed me and took his time, each roll of his hips stretching me open just a little more. Over and over, again and again, inch by blissful inch — he opened me, sliding in deeper and deeper as he kissed me reverently, his thundering heart matching the beat of my own.

And then, with a hiss and a moan, he filled me.

We both shuddered when he was fully inside, and I clung to him, nails digging into the flesh of his back as he softly kissed where his head was buried in my neck.

“Goddamn, Kitten,” he groaned, withdrawing only to flex fully inside me again. “You feel so fucking incredible.”

I couldn’t speak to tell him he felt the same, because too fast for it to be normal, another orgasm built heavy and hot in my gut.

“I… I…”

I tried to say it, tried to bring the words out that would let him know what I was feeling. Whether he knew or not, I couldn’t be sure, but he gave me just what I needed. He slipped out of me only to slide back in, finding a rhythm as he kissed my neck and massaged my breast in his large, warm hand.

The sensations battled for my attention, and I spread my thighs even wider for him, needing more.