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</div></div><span style="font-family:Philosopher">As Adam pushed into Elizabeth he could feel the way her back arched and how her breasts brushed over his chest, the way her legs wrapped around his back and most of all, the way her slickened core wrapped around him, welcomed him, feathered him and begged him, gave way to him and surrendered to the inevitability of him. He saw in her eyes the flurry of emotions she was feeling, the furrow of pain in her brow, the gasp of wonder and awe in her lips, the surge of pleasure in the tilt of her jaw and the determination in the way she never let go of his eyes. He saw her fear, and he saw her surrender it to him, to the knowing that he would be there for her, protect her, love her, and care for her, and never let her fall. He saw that surrender overcome the fear, and he felt her give way inside. <br/>
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The ring of her hymen was incredibly tight, so much so that it pinched his cock uncomfortably as he pierced it. He couldn’t imagine the pain she was holding in the vastness of the pleasure and euphoria that she was feeling, but he knew she was more than capable, and he could feel the way she urged him onward, more and more, until he was buried deep inside her. She spoke of her pain, and searched his eyes for support even as her legs urged him onward, and he nodded to her, that he understood, both her momentary pain and her willingness to continue. His entire focus was on his steady progress so no words proceeded from his mouth, but he kept his attention on every little feeling that flickered over her features as he penetrated her.<br/>
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The heat of her was overwhelming. He could feel it through the non-latex he wore, and he knew that meant all of her blood, all of her focus in the world was centralized in that spot, and the sensations that filled her core. He felt as though he knew her heart, knew that this moment meant everything to her, and that it meant everything that to her that it was him that she shared it with. He could feel his own emotions wrapping around hers, as though to surround her in heat just as she did him. Even though he’d had other experiences, he knew that even those served only to prepare him for this moment. He knew he would never be with anyone else again, and he couldn’t have been more overjoyed. <br/>
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His cock throbbed inside her at the feelings that swirled within him, with the need to move within her and fill her with his own heat. He almost couldn’t stand the force of his erection when she again used the honorific to address him, and could tell she meant it with every fiber of her being. Such things could be little more than a joke, but in that moment there wasn’t anything more special to him in the world. The gift of her heart, her trust, her love and her kiss meant more to him than anything he’d even known, and filled him with joy, rapture, and a dark, brooding hunger that was as patient as it was raw. He hardly recognized the low, rolling sound emitting from his chest and throat, but he could feel it quivering through both of them like a resonance wave, the aftershocks of a primal hunger roaring to life. <br/>
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Elizabeth’s words, her invitation for more, stoked him further, but Adam’s protectiveness won out. To give her more in that moment would surely rip her, and that was what he wanted to avoid. If that happened he could explain it, and she would heal, but if it didn’t her body would be ready for more much sooner. He didn’t want to hurt her at all. He knew it wasn’t common, but if they could achieve it he knew his pride would bubble over for both of them. The exquisite pleasure of her loving walls caressing him was incessant, so it was through a pleasured haze that his next words proceeded from his mouth. “You’ve done so well, Elizabeth.” His voice was rougher than he’d anticipated, and he cleared his throat before proceeding. “The part of you that needs to stretch is still very delicate. I can feel it pinching me even now. We need to go slow, or it will rip, and you will bleed for a few days.” <br/>
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Adam panted through the effort of forming sentences in the haze of lust and need and determination that swarmed his mind. He felt her hands roaming his skin and his lips spread into a smile. When they tightened in his hair, he growled again, but kept from following through on the impetus to reverse and thrust. The honorific was still there, and it still thrilled him, but living up to it was as important as hearing it. He saw her smile and mirrored it, happy for her tenderness and playfulness and was pleased to see the fear and nervousness were gone from her. She’d overcome them completely. That was good. That meant relaxing would be easier. The primal feelings burning inside him had an instinctive understanding of protecting the mate, and so they didn’t fight him when he put off his own immediate need for the longer-term need of keeping Elizabeth whole. The need for stimulation and completion still throbbed all through his length, both cock and spine, and from his pounding heart, but she’d given him control, and he took it. <br/>
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“I want you to breathe deeply and slowly, especially long on the exhale. I want you to relax, and melt away. I want you to feel a thousand miles long in the bed. I want you to rest, and feel, and keep trusting, because we need to be very careful. Do that for me, Elizabeth.” With that, he slid his lips away from hers and bowed his head to lean in and kiss her long, supple, exposed neck. When he felt her exhale deep and almost through, he reeled his hips back, slowly withdrawing from her grasping depths, and pulling through the ring that clamped him so tightly. It was the most agonizingly slow moment of his life, but once he felt his tip withdraw from that ring, he breathed a hot breath over her neck, resettled his hips over hers, and began pushing back inside her. <br/>
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The ring was still tight, but not so tight as before. Slowly he shafted all the way through it, as deep as he could, pushing his hips firmly down into Elizabeth’s tight embrace, then once again waited for her exhale before withdrawing from her once more to repeat the process. He dare not increase the pace for fear of ripping her, though every bone and blood vessel in his body screamed for him to do so. He took it as a point of pride that he resisted, but he held back none of the effort from the cadence of his breath, a hot bellows over Elizabeth’s neck. That ring wasn’t comfortable or stimulating, but moving through Elizabeth was. He could feel the angles and spots in her that would bring him pleasure or her pleasure, but he knew that it would take time for her body to grow accustomed to his, and for that ring to recede into her body. How much time, he didn’t know, but he knew they had time.</span>