Harolin froze, buried to the hilt, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding still. Sweat dripped from his brow onto Ruaan's face. "Breathe, Ru. Just breathe. I'm all the way in. The worst is over."
He wasn't moving. He just stayed there, letting Ruaan's body desperately try to accommodate his size. The initial searing pain began to recede, fading into a deep, throbbing ache. And beneath that ache, something else began to stir. A feeling of fullness that wasn't entirely painful. A sense of being completely possessed.
It hurt.
