Maisie
The first few strokes were slow and restrained, against my begging him to move, he was truly frightened he'd hurt me.
Soren had never been one for rough sex. Well, except when he was mad. He was often sweet and gentle, though, by the way of his hands around him today as he pulled out until his head remained, before pushing back in to stretch me just another inch deeper, I thought today wasn't one of those days.
A tremor went through him with every wet slide. His eyes flicked from my face to where he was sinking into me, watching himself disappear, inch by inch, like he meant to dig a place for himself and stay there.
His lips parted with wonder, his gaze utterly besotted. It made my chest tighten. I didn't know what I did to make him look at me that way. I'd never understand it.
I clenched around him without meaning to, and his eyes grew heavy lidded. His fingers tightened on my hips. "That's it."
