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He huffed in disbelief. “I’ve barely begun.” He pressed harder, gaining what seemed to be more than enough ground.

“H-how ‘bout now?”

Teeth gritted, he forced himself to a trembling halt. “Have you done this before?” His breathing was harsh and getting harsher.

“Once. Four years ago,” she admitted with embarrassment, adding defensively, “But it didn’t hurt then!”

He growled. “What was he, deformed? You’re as tight as any virgin. Never mind,” he told her as she tried to hide her face. “All the better that I be the one to break you in.”

The actual words were harsh, but she understood what he meant. Reassured, for she’d had no way of knowing what he’d think of her sexual history, she found the strength to endure as he slowly and gently worked his way in.

“That will have to be enough,” he said at last. “You can’t take any more of me tonight.”