He positioned himself at her entrance. Just touching. Not pushing yet.
"I'm going to enter you now," he said. Voice shaking. "Slowly. As gently as I can. Tell me if you need me to stop. Tell me if it's too much."
"Okay."
He pushed in. Just the tip. Slowly.
The girl gasped. Her body tensing.
"Breathe," Atlas said. "Breathe with me. In. Out. In. Out."
She tried. Her breathing ragged. Panicked.
He pushed deeper. Inch by inch. Giving her body time to adjust.
She was tight. So tight. Her body fighting him even as she tried to relax.
"You're doing so good," Atlas whispered. "So brave. So strong. Just breathe. Stay with me."
He pushed halfway in. The girl whimpered.
"Too much?" he asked. "Do you need me to stop?"
"No," she gasped. "Keep going. Finish it. I can—I can handle it."
Atlas
