In one movement, he pushed her back against the wall and thrust up inside her. He slid in easily, and once he was sheathed inside her, he froze.
They both gasped at his entry.
Allison dug her nails into his shoulders and groaned. He was a huge presence inside her. It was a good thing she was wet. But she wasn't scared because she knew Deucalion had known she was before penetrating her. No doubt he'd smelled it.
Deucalion dropped his forehead to the hollow of her throat. "God, you're so tight. Are you okay?"
Unable to answer, she swallowed hard and nodded.
His hips didn't move, but his lips did. Still deep inside her, he kissed a trail from her collarbones to the tops of her breasts where they spilled up above the cups of her bra.
Allison clawed at his back, lifting his shirt. "I need
