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Amara’s pov

Orian waited for me to get accustomed to the feel of him and I watched as he waited. The harsh grip on my hips and the self-restraint slipping from him with the vein ticking in his forehead. I reached out a hand to wipe the sweat gathering on his forehead and cooed at him for being patient with me, he rolled his eyes and called it the bare minimum.

"We fit so perfectly together." He groaned against my neck sucking lightly at my skin, "It's like I have been given a glimpse of heaven." As he said the words he resumed stroking my hips and I gave him the go-ahead to start doing what he was to do.

"Sure?"

"Yes." I nodded and watched as he pulled out a bit before slipping back in and I was met with pain making me yelp digging my nails in him, he stopped instantly and stared me in the eyes, a worried look on his face, "Go on."

He repeated the movement again and again till the hurt was a tiny bit less, making me grip lightly onto him and then he began to thrust slowly.

He held on