"Look at you, Fay," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"Taking me so well… but we're not even halfway there."
Fay's breath hitched at his words. She glanced down again, her eyes widening when she realized he was right—there was still so much left of him to take.
She felt a wave of panic rise in her chest, but before she could say anything, Riley leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Trust me," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
Fay swallowed hard. She wanted this. She had waited for this.
So, she nodded.
That was all the permission Riley needed.
His large hands slid down her waist, gripping her hips as he pulled out slightly before pushing in deeper this time, inch by agonizing inch.
Fay moaned louder, her back arching as her body adjusted to the slow invasion.
"Ohhh…" Her voice trembled as pleasure and pain mixed together in a dizzying cocktail.
Then, she felt it—the barrier of her purity.
