Riley didn't move at first. He picked Thea's condition above his own. He was really a considerate lover. The best in the world if Riley had any say on the matter.
He hovered above her, breathing deeply, as if giving her time—not just to prepare, but to decide.
His gaze stayed locked on Thea's face, watching every flicker of emotion, every breath, every wince and tremble.
Only when she gave him the faintest nod did he whisper, "I'm going to move now, Thea."
Her lips parted. "Okay," she replied softly, her voice barely audible. She bit down gently on her lower lip, bracing herself for what was to come.
She expected pain—and pain came. It was nothing she has experienced in life. The stretch was unreal.
The first motion was slow, careful. He pulled back just enough, then eased forward again.
Even though he was being gentle, the pressure, the stretching, was intense.
Her fingers curled into the sheets, her brows knitted together as a sharp gasp escaped her lips.
"Ahh—"
