Michael's POV
I pressed forward, entering her slowly, feeling her body stretch around me as I filled her completely. Her silky heat enveloped me, drawing me deeper into her warmth with each careful inch.
She gasped softly, her muscles tensing as her body accommodated my presence.
I growled low in my throat, planting my hands firmly beside her head, my jaw tight from the overwhelming sensation. "Christ, you feel incredible," I breathed against her ear.
Her lips parted on a silent cry, her spine arching as I pushed deeper into her welcoming heat.
I held still, studying her expression intently, watching for any hint of pain or distress.
She quivered beneath me, her breathing shallow and uneven. Then she released a shaky breath, her body relaxing and accepting me fully.
That sound she made next nearly destroyed me.
A soft, desperate whimper escaped her throat.
"Don't stop," she breathed, her voice cracking. "Michael... I need..."
