Pain flared across Yiren's body the instant he entered inside her. The shock of it drew a sharp, breathy moan from her lips, but the frown quickly faded, replaced by overwhelming pleasure. Whatever sting remained from her broken barrier was dulled into a distant, dreamlike haze.
A flicker of regret tugged at Xuefeng's conscience. It all felt rushed. He preferred the slow build up, the lingering kisses, the gentle exploration, but ceremony or no ceremony, it was far too late to object. Instead, he devoted his attention fully to Yiren. This was her first time, and if nothing else, she deserved his complete care.
