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She had heard tales of what the first time was supposed to be like, and yet she felt relaxed. She trusted him, knowing that he would never hurt her.

However, when his member finally found her entrance, she tensed up.

She gripped the bedsheets, anticipating the pain that was sure to come.

Her heart fluttered in her chest as he rubbed himself against her entrance.

“Eveline,” he said, his voice hoarse with need. “Do you want me to continue?”

Eveline smiled and nodded. She had never been more certain of anything than now. She knew she wanted to give her all, all of her body, to this man, who made her happy beyond words.

When he finally pressed into her, she felt a stretching sensation that was quickly replaced with discomfort.

She gasped, and her hands moved instantly to his shoulders.

William stopped to look at her, and she could see in his eyes that it hurt him even more to cause her such pain.

“Shall I stop?” he asked.

Eveline shook her head. “I want this,” she said simply.

He kissed her, and this time it was slow, soft, and soothing. When he moved again, the discomfort was replaced with something else, somethingmore.

She felt full.

She soon began to move with him in perfect harmony. And the pain was now long forgotten in the waves of pleasure that followed.

This sensation was different. The pleasure was like nothing she had ever felt. She locked eyes with him as they moved. The moment was all-consuming, intimate.

She clung to him, and when he looked down at her, she was overcome by emotions.

She was finally and truly his. Her body welcomed him, and when she heard a groan escape his lips, she could not have been prouder.

It was a miracle that her body was giving him so much pleasure, and even the thought of it sent a chill down her spine.

He groaned again, and his breathing quickened.

As he thrust into her again and again, wave after wave of pleasure shot through her, pooling low in her core until she could no longer hold back.

The sensation made her hot all over, and her toes curled and uncurled.

When she was just about to reach her crescendo, she pulled him in deeper. The feeling that came next was all-consuming, and he quickened his thrusts.

“William,” she whispered, not quite sure why she called his name.

As he thrust deeper, harder, her pleasure built up to the tipping point. She knew then that it was only a matter of time before it consumed her.

She could no longer think, her breath trapped in her chest, and with one final thrust, she tipped over the edge. Her back arched, and she moaned. Her fingernails dug into his skin, but she did not give a care.

For a moment, everything else disappeared, save for his grunts above her.

He suddenly claimed her lips with such ferociousness that shocked her. The next moment, he grunted loudly and fell on top of her. He rolled off her and then gathered her in his arms. It was then that she noticed that her body was shaking.

William pressed a sweet kiss to her shoulder, and she could not help but smile.

Even though she was utterly spent, her mind was still reeling from the pleasure she had just experienced.

Her breathing was still unsteady, and her whole body tingled. She felt a dull ache in her core, but it was also incredibly satisfying. The ache reminded her of the beautiful moment she had shared with her husband.