Alicia felt every inch of him—the heat, the pressure, the sting of her own blood—but it was the tenderness in his touch and the warmth of his gaze that eased her trembling body. Slowly, her tension melted away, replaced by trust and an undeniable yearning.
Arthur remained still, his cock buried deep inside her, his breaths shallow and uneven as he fought the overwhelming urge to move. The tightness around him, the softness of her trembling body, was almost too much to bear, but he held on, his focus entirely on her.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, brushing a kiss against her forehead, his voice filled with both restraint and care.
Alicia nodded, her cheeks flushed and her breaths shaky. "I'm okay… You can move," she said softly, her tone trembling yet filled with determination.
