Samara
He slides into me slowly, the feel of him stretching me makes me hiss as my body tries to adjust to the stretch.
“Relax, baby. I’ll go slow. It will be easier if you relax,” he says, kissing the side of my mouth and making his way to my neck. He begins sucking on my marking spot, and I cry out at the pleasure of it as he begins moving in and out of me slowly. There is pain, but now, the pleasure of him sucking on my marking spot, feeling his teeth grazing over it, overpowers the sting of his body filling mine.
I lift my neck, feeling him purring against my throat as I do.
When he stops moving, I begin to whimper. “Why did you stop?” I ask, practically desperate for him to keep moving, to keep rubbing against that sweet spot inside my body.
He lifts his head to look at me. “I’m
