The bedroom's bed was soft and wide.
Caelir laid Elena gently in the center and positioned himself above her. He braced himself over her, crimson eyes locked on hers.
"Elena." His voice was rough with desire. "Look at me."
Elena met his gaze. He kissed her as his hips slowly sank down.
He entered her slowly but steadily. Elena let out a muffled gasp, fingers instinctively digging into the muscles of his back.
"Does it hurt?" He stopped immediately, worry in his eyes.
"I'm okay. Just... go slow." Elena panted, adjusting to the fullness.
He began to move slowly—each thrust testing her limits, each pull back deliberate. He used his core strength to grind against her, finding the angle that made her shiver.
"Here?" he asked quietly as a deep thrust made her whole body
