He pushed inside me slowly, inch by thick inch, and my breath caught in my throat.

The stretch was everything. Damon was big — thicker than I’d expected, filling me so completely that for a second I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Just feel. The burn was sharp at first, then melted into this deep, aching fullness that made my toes curl against the sheets. I could feel every ridge, every vein as he sank deeper, my walls fluttering around him, trying to adjust.

“Fuck, Aria,” he groaned, forehead pressed to mine. His voice was rough, strained, like it was taking everything in him not to thrust hard. “You’re so tight....