He pushed forward—only the blunt tip breaching me at first.
I gasped sharply at the stretch. The burn was immediate and intense, a deep, stinging pressure that made my eyes water. My hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into scarred muscle. It's too big. How can something so thick possibly fit?
Gideon froze instantly. "Easy, love," he whispered, voice strained with restraint. One hand stroked my hair back from my damp forehead while the other continued slow, soothing strokes along my cock. "You're doing so well. Just breathe through it. Tell me how you feel."
"It… it burns," I admitted breathlessly, voice small and trembling. "So full already… and you're barely inside."
He leaned down and kissed me tenderly, lingering, letting me adjust to just the head of him. "We have all night," he murmured against my lips. "I won't move until you're ready."
Minutes seemed to pass as I breathed through the stretch. The burning slowly eased into a heavy, aching fullness. I gave a tiny nod.
Gideon eased forward another inch. I whimpered at the new stretch, my walls fluttering around his thick length. He paused again, kissing my neck, my jaw, my fluttering eyelids, murmuring soft praises the entire time. "So tight and warm around me… you feel perfect, Liora."
Inch by slow inch, he worked himself deeper. Every time I tensed or gasped, he stopped completely, waiting for me to relax, stroking my cock with the same luxurious rhythm until pleasure began to bleed through the discomfort. I felt every ridge, every vein, the heavy weight of him opening me up so completely it stole my breath.
When he finally bottomed out—fully sheathed inside me, hips flush against mine—I let out a broken sob. Tears slipped down my temples. The feeling was overwhelming: a profound, aching fullness that bordered on too much, yet somehow not enough. I had never felt so stretched, so claimed, so intimately connected to another person in my entire life.
Gideon stayed perfectly still, buried to the hilt, his forehead pressed to mine. His breathing was ragged. "Are you alright?" he whispered.
I nodded shakily, legs trembling around his waist. "I feel… so full. Like I can't possibly take any more… but I don't want you to stop. Please don't stop."
He kissed the tears from my cheeks and stayed motionless inside me for a long time, letting my body adjust to the sheer size of him. Only when I began to shift my hips experimentally did he start to move—long, slow rolls that dragged pleasure through every inch of my insides.
The rhythm built gradually, like waves lapping higher and higher on the shore. Each deep, careful thrust made me moan louder, my thoughts dissolving into pure sensation. I clung to him, lost in the steady push and pull, the wet sounds of our bodies, the scent of cedar and slick and sweat.
As the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me, Gideon leaned down and licked a slow stripe over my scent gland. His thrusts grew deeper, more purposeful, though still so gentle.
"Liora…" he groaned, voice rough with need.
The pleasure built and built until I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff. Every thrust pushed me closer. My entire body trembled, muscles tightening, breath coming in desperate gasps.
At the very height—when ecstasy had wound so tightly inside me I thought I would surely break—he sank his teeth into my neck. The bite was firm and warm, a claiming that sent white-hot lightning racing through every nerve. The mating bond snapped into place like threads of gold wrapping around my soul, binding us together.
I cried out sharply as my orgasm crashed over me in powerful, shuddering waves. My vision whited out. I spilled between our bodies in thick pulses, clenching rhythmically around his cock as pleasure tore through me again and again.
Gideon growled against my marked neck. His knot swelled, stretching me even further as he pushed it inside with one final, careful thrust. He came deep inside me with a low, broken moan—hot, endless pulses that filled me until I felt utterly claimed, marked in every possible way.
For a long time afterward, we stayed locked together by his knot. He held me close, pressing the gentlest kisses over the fresh bite, my tear-streaked cheeks, and my swollen lips. His fingers brushed damp strands of red hair from my face.
"Are you alright?" he whispered, voice hoarse with emotion.
I nodded, still trembling, tears of overwhelming pleasure and joy still slipping down my temples. My body felt boneless, glowing, thoroughly and beautifully claimed.