There was no barrier. No tearing. No sound of pain.

The more of him she took, the more her lids drifted closed. Her back bowed, her arms lifted over her head, her chin tipped back, and she stretched beneath him, receiving his cock like an offering, glorying in the act.

He watched, mesmerized by the beauty of her, until her slick tight closed around him to the root.

Then, with an iron will he did not know he possessed, he held immobile in her snug embrace, giving her the opportunity to get used to him.

Her eyes opened, her arms came down, her nails dug into his arse, and she whispered, “You’re perfect.”

At these words, Cassius completely snapped.

He growled, took her mouth, and fucked his princess.

She gloried in that too, grazing him with her nails, milking him with her pussy, wrapping her legs around his thighs to lift her hips to receive more.

She moaned, and he grunted.

She whimpered, and within but strokes, her head flew back, her mouth disconnecting from his, and her cry of release rang through the forest, spurring him on to take her harder, faster, the sleek walls of her pulsing around him.

He held tight to what little control he had left as her climax carried on because he drove it on, thrusting into her, triumphant in watching the magnificence wash over her and not let go.

And he did this until he could take no more.

He then buried himself inside Elena, his head snapping back, the shout of his impeccable release cracking through the wood like thunder as he poured his seed inside his princess.

When it was done, he collapsed atop her, mindless—her smell, the wet fist of her cunt, the feel of her hair tangled in his beard all he knew.

All he wanted to know.

It was the soft touch of her fingertips drifting along the small of his back that brought him into the present.

He instantly shifted his weight to a forearm to take some of it from her, turning his head so his nose brushed her neck, trying to find the words to ask her forgiveness for his loss of control, the feverish passion he unleashed, the hard fucking he’d forced on her.

Her first time.

He’d made her endure that her first time.

He’d made her climax, but he’d done it like that her first time.

He did not find those words before she whispered wondrously, “You gave me stars.”

Stunned, he lifted his head and saw a soft darkness all around them, blinking pinpricks of light floating about, like they’d risen into the heavens and were coasting in the night sky.

Cass lost his fascination at that when she said, “I’m very angry at you.”

It sounded pouty and playful, but the words made his eyes shaft to her.

“For not doing that to me a whole lot sooner,” she finished.