I reached a hand between us and stroked her as tenderly as I had the night next to the fire when she’d put my hand there and pushed my finger inside her. I hardened at the mere memory of how wet she’d been. How her body had clenched my finger.
Despite herself her head tipped back slightly, and she moaned. Her knees lifting as her body instinctively positioned for me.
“Good Woman.” I whispered near her ear. My breath stirring her long straight hair.
“Relax. Don’t fight me.” I lowered my hips and when I entered her this time, I did it excruciatingly slow. Inch by inch.
She hissed through her teeth, at the ache, the unexpected sensation and the slow stretching of her body. Her hands snapped up and her nails dug into my biceps.
I gave her body a moment to adjust. Amends for all the harm I
