"Ah!"
A sharp cry of pain and pleasure tore from her lips as he stretched her, filling her completely in a single, overwhelming stroke.
He was so much bigger than she'd imagined. He stilled, buried deep inside her, his head bowed.
A wave of pure, unadulterated happiness washed over Jiang Xinyue, so potent it brought tears to her eyes. The pain was a fleeting thing, a sharp sting that was already being eclipsed by a profound sense of rightness.
He was inside her.
They were connected, body and soul.
She was finally his woman, claimed in the most primal way possible. She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against her, to merge with him until there was no telling where she ended and he began.
He seemed to understand her silent plea. He remained still for a moment longer, allowing her body to adjust to his length, to the sheer possession of the act.
