Lazarus watched Emma as he inched in. He waited for her with every muscle strained. His thighs began shaking and a shudder passed through his body. Sweat coated his chest and back and brows as he clenched his jaws.
She squirmed a little beneath him and adjusted to his size. When she nodded, with a feral growl, he slammed home. She tipped her head up again, but the pinch of her virgin layer was veiled by the feeling she had when he filled her fully. His shaft swelled inside and twitched. She cried out as her back arched.
"Look at me, Emma," he rumbled. "I need to see you when I am in you." She opened her eyes with effort, so lost in herself and their gazes locked.
"Yes," he groaned, his hips moving slowly. "I want to hear and see every pleasure that you get when your sheath flutters around my cock."
The dirty words that he spoke to her in his signature low and throaty voice sent shudders of something way too pleasurable in her body.
