I kneel behind her. It’s a simple matter of easing my cock inside. If she whimpers or stiffens or anything, I’ll stop. Play with her clit ‘til she’s ready for more. It’s not a race.

She growls and shuffles her knees further apart.

I trace the bumps of her spine, smooth my hands over her round hips and hold her tight in place. I can’t bear the thought of hurting her, but her body seems to know what it wants. There’s no fear in the bond, no tension in her muscles. She’s presenting like Fate intended. She wants this as badly as I do. As if that’s possible.

I just...