His sweat trickles down his forehead.

I lick my lips in anticipation.

He smells so fucking decadent.

I want him. I want him so fucking much.

I let go of all my fears. If I regret him, then so be it.

“Fuck me!” This time, it is a command.

Liam’s face softens as he pushes his cock into me a bit more.

The stretch is exquisite and completely obscene.

I hold my breath, wishing for the pain to pass. Liam strokes my cheeks and face before pressing his lips onto mine.

He waits for me to adjust before pushing a little further.

I can feel tears sting the back of my eyelids.

This hurts!

“I am sorry, baby. Do you want us to stop?”

I shake my head. “No,” I gasp. “Keep going.”

His fingers slide to where we are connected, and he rubs gently on my clit.

That relaxes me a little more.

Then he pushes again.

I look between us to find that just the head of his cock is inside me.

I groan impatiently.

“I am so sorry,” he moans against my lips.

“Just do it. Slam it in,” I whisper. Even as the words leave my words, I recoil at the thought of it.

I feel like he is tearing me apart.

“I am not going to do that, Selene. We are going to make it fit, okay?”

He is so tender and gentle as he rocks gently. His fingers on my clit help with the tension.

I continue to kiss him between the deep breaths.

It takes his patience and softness before his hard cock is half inside of me.

He is so big.

Is this just a wolf thing, or is this purely a Liam thing?

“You are dripping all over my balls, baby,” he groans as he spits on his fingers, using his saliva for lubrication.

The sound of his slick fingers and cock fills the room.