“That’s it,” he praised as my body softened beneath his. He trailed his fingers through my hair, continuing to soothe me as he began to press inside me. “Such a sweet little kitten.”

I shuddered, the tone of his voice reaching into my core like a rumbling sensation. Heat bloomed between my legs, even as my tight channel struggled to stretch for him. A sharp twinge of pain set my teeth on edge, and he stilled at my soft whimper. I bit my lip to hold in further sounds of distress and squeezed my eyes shut.

His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb hooking beneath my jaw to tip my head back. “Look at me.”

I couldn’t seem to resist that deep command. My eyes fluttered open, and I was locked in his intense stare once again.

“I’ve got you,” he promised. “You’re doing so well.”

Confusion muddled my mind. He was being so tender with me, but he was hurting me. The praise did something funny to my insides, turning them molten. As he continued to pet me, I released a long, shaky sigh, and my body relaxed around the hard intrusion of his cock.

“Good girl.” He said the words through gritted teeth, strain tightening his jaw. He was holding himself back for me, giving me time to adjust to the penetration. He truly did want me to enjoy this.

But there was too much discomfort to feel pleasure, a becoming more unbearable with every thick inch that entered me. I whined and squirmed beneath him, but there was nowhere for me to go.

He shushed me gently and lowered his mouth to mine, capturing my lips. The kiss was an encouragement, urging me to trust in him. His hand left my face, skimming down my throat to toy with my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his clever fingers, lighting up my body with the dark pleasure he’d shown me before. Hot lines of lust zinged from my tight buds to my sex, and my inner muscles relaxed slightly.

He eased out of me by an inch, then pushed slowly back in. His cock brushed that sensitive spot inside me, and bliss finally sang through the pain. I bucked beneath him on a gasp, and his lips firmed on mine, hungrier and harsh with his own need.

He began to thrust gently, stimulating the pleasure point while he continued to play with my nipples. I relaxed further, and the wet heat of my arousal eased his penetration. He drove in deep, and my core contracted around him. His guttural groan made warmth pulse in my chest, that surge of feminine power going straight to my head. He wanted me. I was bound and totally vulnerable beneath him, but in this moment, I held my own sway over him as well.

I clung to the sensation, taking ownership of the ecstasy that raced through my body, claiming it for myself. I allowed myself to fall into it, and the last of the pain melted away. My inner walls squeezed him with velvet heat, and he growled out his satisfaction, a primal sound of masculine pleasure. I wanted him to lose himself in me, to surrender some small part of himself in recompense for decimating me.