Jane could feel her muscles stretch, flutter, pulse, trying to adjust around him.
And then… her body began to yield.
Not fully. Not yet.
But little by little, her wet heat began to welcome him instead of resisting.
The sharp sting dulled into a deep, satisfying pressure that made her gasp in disbelief.
"Ohhhh… oh my God…" Jane whimpered, her head falling back onto the pillow as her body clung to his. "It's so much… I've never felt this full…"
Ross gritted his teeth, clearly holding back. Her walls were gripping him so tightly it was almost unbearable.
Every slow inch he sank inside her was like being swallowed by a velvet furnace.
"You're so damn tight," he growled softly. "So wet… so perfect."
He finally bottomed out, his hips flush against hers.
Jane cried out again, louder this time, overwhelmed by the foreign sensation of being completely filled.
She had never felt anything remotely like it before—not even close.
