Third Person's POV:Isabel's lips bore the imprint of her teeth as a strange, almost irresistible pain took root within her. His member tore through her, yet she couldn't bear the thought of him stopping. Tears welled in her eyes as Mason continued to press deeper into her. "So tight," he gasped, his words strained with effort. "So fucking tight."With each movement, Isabel felt a mounting pressure, reaching a point where she wondered how he could possibly go any further. Then, a sudden, sharp sting stole her breath, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut. Mason, gasping, filled her completely, planted his hands on either side of her head.Her fingers dug into his shoulders, bracing for the pain she knew would come, but the comforting warmth she'd felt was replaced by icy chips. Mason froze above her, his breath ragged. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his lips brushing her nose, her closed lids, her cheeks. "I'm sorry.""It's okay," she whispered back. He kissed her again, tenderly, before re