Eva swallowed hard. Her legs parted a fraction wider in silent invitation.
"Then stop waiting," she breathed. "Come here. Let me feel you."
He didn't need to be told twice.
Julian lowered himself carefully, making sure his full weight wasn't on her. His one hand guided himself to her entrance, poking her slick folds. They both shuddered at the contact.
He paused there for a moment, the very tip just breaching her, stretching her open the smallest amount. Their eyes locked.
"Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, voice strained with the effort of holding still. "I'll go slow."
Eva lifted her hips in answer, taking him another inch deeper. A soft, broken moan slipped from her lips at the stretch.
"Slow… but don't stop," she whispered. Her hands slid up his back, nails digging lightly into muscle. "I want to feel every inch of you claiming me."
Julian's control snapped like a bow.
