CAMELLIA'S POV
He pulled his fingers free, but his lips never left mine, kissing me through the aftershocks.
In the darkness, I heard the rustle of fabric. He was undressing.
My leg was lifted, then held secure. My hands flew to his broad shoulders, clutching desperately to keep myself from falling as I leaned back against the cold stone wall.
The kiss broke. His forehead rested against mine, his breath warm and ragged against my lips. "This is going to hurt a little," he whispered, his voice a low rumble.
I nodded, drawing in a deep, shaky breath.
Then I felt the sharp sting of being stretched, the firm pressure of his flesh beginning to press inside me. He paused, giving me a moment, before pushing a fraction deeper.
Then came the rip, a sharp tear that jolted me. I threw my head
