Hot, rigid flesh pressed into her. Her virgin body resisted the thick intrusion, clenching tightly against him. She instinctively struggled, pushing hard against his chest.

"Seb...!" She moaned in pain.

"Relax, love. Relax and it’ll feel better. Don’t fight me," he soothed, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

But the burning discomfort made her nails dig into his skin. He swiftly captured her wrists and pinned them to the mattress above her head, holding her gently but firmly as he paused to calm her.

"I want to make it good for you," he murmured, voice strained with desire and restraint.

Then he pressed his hips forward and plunged deeper in one smooth stroke. Viola gasped sharply as pain lanced through her. A cry tore from her throat, but he smothered it with a deep, loving kiss. When he finally pulled back, he whispered her name again, soft and full of tender apology.

The ecstasy of moments ago dissolved into a sharp, uncomfortable ache that made her body tense beneath him. Her shoulders lifted from the mattress on instinct, but Sebastian held her carefully against him as he continued moving slowly within her.

He had known from the beginning that she was far too small for his size, yet stopping now would only make her tighten against him again. So instead, he focused on easing the discomfort, moving with restrained patience and giving her time to adjust. His fingers clenched around her fingers and interlocking it. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

He felt the delicate barrier give way as he thrust forward, sinking deeper into her impossibly tight heat. A sharp cry escaped Viola’s lips at the sudden sting, her whole body tensing hard beneath him at the discomfort.

She instinctively tried to pull away, hips jerking back from the overwhelming stretch, but his massive frame pinned her down, one powerful arm locked around her waist, holding her right where he needed her.

"Easy, baby..." Sebastian murmured low against her ear. His breathing was ragged, muscles trembling as he fought every instinct to slam into her. Instead, he rocked slowly, feeding her just a little more of him with each careful glide, letting her adjust to the stretch.

Viola turned her face into the pillow, her teeth sunk into her lip, her walls fluttering and clenching around his invasion. Sebastian pressed his forehead to her temple, lips brushing her skin in soothing kisses even as his hips continued their slow rhythm.

"I’ve got you," he rasped. "Breathe through it... That’s it. You’re taking it well."

Sebastian stayed buried to the hilt inside her, his body pulsing with the effort of holding still. He could feel her tight walls fluttering around him, adjusting to the stretch. His lips trailed slow, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down the side of her neck, where he gently scraped his fangs against her racing pulse.

"Relax for me, Viola," he murmured against her skin. "The pain’s already fading... let your body take me. You were made for this. Made for me."

Gradually, her breathing evened out. The burning ache dulled into a deep, throbbing fullness that began to spark with something hotter. When she finally rocked her hips experimentally, a soft, needy whimper slipped from her throat.

That was all the permission Sebastian needed.

He started moving, slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged every thick inch along her sensitive walls. Each thrust pushed a little harder, a little deeper, until the wet sounds of their bodies filled the room. Viola’s hands slid up his back, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure overtook the last traces of discomfort.

"Ah... Sebastian..." she gasped.

He devoured her moans, picking up rhythm. His powerful body caged her in, muscles flexing with every thrust. Sweat slicked their skin as he drove into her harder, the heavy slap of his hips against hers growing louder. He reached between them, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight circles.

Viola’s back arched sharply, a broken moan tearing from her throat. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as she pulled him even deeper.

Sebastian’s control began to fray. His thrusts turned feral, faster.

The combination of his deep strokes, the pressure on her core, and the raw growl in his voice sent her spiraling.

Her orgasm hit like a wave, hard and sudden. Viola cried out, her body seizing as her walls clamped down around him in powerful pulses. Her nails raked down his back hard enough to draw blood, but the sting only made Sebastian snarl with pleasure.

"Good girl," he praised through gritted teeth.

As her climax rippled through her, Sebastian slammed deep one final time as he came with a savage cry deep in his throat.

Thick, hot jets of his release flooded her, pulse after pulse, filling her until she felt impossibly full. He ground his hips in tight circles against her most sensitive spot and dragging out her pleasure until she was shaking and sobbing beneath him.

Sebastian collapsed over her, careful not to crush her completely, his massive frame trembling with aftershocks of the moment. He buried his face in her neck, his lips brushing her skin as he panted her name like a sacred vow.

"My wife," he rasped, his voice wrecked. "My mate. Mine..."

He kept them locked tight, ensuring every drop stayed deep inside her as they rode the lingering waves together, hearts hammering against each other in the quiet afterglow. He couldn’t believe just how wonderful it had turned out to be and how deeply she made him feel.

Yet the hunger didn’t die down even after his release, it only intensified a hundred fold now that he’d tasted her. He had imagined a night like this so many times, but none of it came close to the reality. None.

Need surged through him again hot and fresh and he rolled off her, keeping himself distant from her, if he stayed close his heat would consume him again, he had already lost control with her the first time, if he took her again immediately after he could hurt her against his better judgement.

He remained unmoving for a long while until she started to get off the bed.

"Where are you going?" He asked feeling a sudden loss in his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was still the heat constantly making him crave his mate’s closeness excessively or his own longing but his heart immediately began to ache when she pulled away seemingly leaving.

"To the other room." She whispered.

She began to sit up, but he swiftly reached out a long arm and pinned her flat on the bed.

"What’s wrong?" He questioned, his brows pulling together.

"Nothing. I’m going to sleep." She muttered quietly.

Viola could already feel tears gathering in her throat and she wouldn’t cry in his presence. Deep inside she was beyond wrecked, there was no going back, she was in love with him, deeply in love with him and the fear lodged itself in her heart as a tight knot. What if after this he no longer wanted her as much as he did.

Her heart was tearing apart on the inside just at the thought of it. She couldn’t stay here and see disinterest in his eyes after his passion subside, she wanted to leave to the safety of the other room before her heart would break.

"Not until you tell me what’s wrong. Sleep here with me." Sebastian urged.

Viola’s eyelids stung. She shouldn’t have come to him, she should have kept to herself in that room and allowed everything to remain imagination, and loved him silently without this intimacy. She had loved every second of it, and now it hurt to think he might not want her anymore.

"It’s nothing, I just want to go to sleep in the other room," she told him, keeping her voice steady.

"But I want you to stay here. We don’t have reasons to sleep in separate rooms now," he tightened his fingers around her arm and tried to pull her back onto the bed but Viola didn’t move.

"What’s wrong, baby, did I do something wrong?" he asked in confusion at her sudden mood change. He had never taken a virgin in his whole life, and his inability to fully control his turbulent desires might have led to him actually hurting her, and until he soothed this, he didn’t think he should let her go and sleep in a separate room.

"You didn’t do anything. I just...I don’t want to see you dislike me. After this you might not want me anymore."

For most males, desire snuffed out the moment they had a taste of a female, she didn’t want to stay long enough to witness it tonight.

Sebastian instantly softened the moment he heard her thoughts. She was internalizing things again, wrapping herself up in a protective shell. Yet he could see that her expectations of rejection came from that deep wound from her past and he searched for ways to soothe her. "Why would you think I could ever dislike you?"