She crawled onto the bed, moving up my body with predatory intent. I grabbed her hips, positioning her above me. Our eyes met, and for a moment, neither of us moved.
"You sure?" I asked one last time.
In answer, she reached between us, lined me up with her entrance, and sank down.
The sensation was overwhelming. She was tight and hot and wet, taking me inch by inch. But more than that, it felt like every nerve in my body was firing at once. Her ability was making me feel her pleasure alongside my own—the stretch, the fullness, the slight edge of pain that made everything sharper.
"Fuck," I groaned.
"That's what we're doing," she said, voice strained.
Once I was fully inside her, she paused, adjusting to the feeling. I could see it on her face—the mix of pleasure and discomfort, the determination to take all of me.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yes. Just... give me a second."
