Yet she also saw his eyes flickering blue. So much was going on inside his head that she couldn't begin to comprehend. "It'll pass, I promise." As he pressed deeper, she tried to focus on anything but the pain. "It hurts." His brows drew tightly together. Only to regret it immediately when a pinching sensation flared inside her. "Really good." "More?" he rasped, vulnerability in his gaze. That feeling of puzzle pieces clicking together. "Good." She felt like she'd waited her entire life for that hot fullness. He'd begun to sweat, his skin sheening in the firelight. The tendons in his neck and all the muscles of his torso were straining. Then the head was inside, pulsing, stretching her. She felt pressure at her opening, the crown penetrating her, not to be denied. She'd swear his eyes were telling her the same. Instead, she locked gazes with him, needing him to see that she'd never wanted anything more than this. When he rubbed the crown up and down her sex, she was overwhelmed with the urge to claw his ass and draw him into her.
"You're ready, Chloe." Was he? Chapter Thirty-Five With a shaking hand, MacRieve gripped his huge shaft, aiming it between her legs. His heart sang when she kept her arms above her head. When he drew his fingers from her, she gave a cry, twisting in the bed, undulating to be filled.
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