Damien's hand pressed her down.
Firm. Immovable. The weight of it was enough to keep her pinned to the bed, her wrists caught in the ghost of his earlier grip even though he didn't restrain her now. He didn't need to.
Her body obeyed all on its own.
His cock nudged against her entrance, slow, deliberate, his breath dragging through his teeth as he watched the way her body twitched—tiny, unconscious flinches as the thick head of him slid through her slick valley. He didn't push inside yet. No. He savored it. The way her legs trembled. The way her eyes fluttered open, confusion written there.
'She doesn't even realize she's inviting it,' he thought, half-wild with the effort of restraint.
Slowly, inexorably, he pressed forward—parting her folds with painstaking care, letting her feel every inch of him. The first real breach made her gasp—sharp and small, her hips jerking in instinctive resistance even as her thighs tightened around his waist.
He paused.
Not to be kind.
