I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I'm yours, Gideon. Take me. Make me forget everything but you."
“Are you sure, Isla?” he asked, concern still laced in his eyes and voice.
“Please,” I whispered, drunk with desperation and desire.
He pushed in, inch by torturous inch, and I cried out as I stretched to accommodate him. He was huge, so big, and I felt so full, so complete.
It burned, a sharp sting of pain mixing with overwhelming fullness, but his mouth captured mine, kissing away the discomfort.
"Breathe, Isla. Good girl. You're so tight, gripping me like you never want to let go. That's my mate."
His words, his kisses, his touches, and his thrusts were drowning me in a sea of pleasure, yet I didn’t want to be pulled out of the water at all.
Halfway in, he
