Before I can climb off him, he pulls me back into position. He sits up with me, clutching me to him while I hiss at the sudden pain, not expecting it to be so intense.
"It will hurt, Zirah, but not for long," he whispers, his voice soft but firm.
“Just do it then,” I snarl at him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
"I don't care, do it," I reply, my voice shaking as my legs tremble, pushing against his hands that grip my hips, holding me in place.
He repositions me above him. “No, if you want it, take it, Z,” he growls while I grit my teeth and sink down, but once again, the pain causes me to freeze halfway as the burning stretch becomes too much. I try to climb back off him, but he holds my hips firmly, not allowing me to.
"Breathe, Z," he urges, nipping at my neck.
I shake my head, the
