Clara bit her plump lower lip, giving a small nod.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he entered, pain flashing through her despite the preparation.
Even with plenty of lubrication, she'd only been with James twice before—and that felt like lifetimes ago. This time, the pain rivaled, maybe even surpassed, her first.
Those previous times, the drugs had dulled everything. Now, every nerve ending burned with painfully heightened awareness.
White-hot pain lanced through her, as if she were being split in two.
"Too much?" James paused, brushing his lips against her flushed cheek. The tension gripped them both—her tightness holding him captive.
"Just... go slow," she whispered.
With aching slowness, he began moving, fighting his own frantic need until she'd fully adjusted.
Clara became a s
