He broke the kiss quickly, his face pulled from hers as she cried out in pain.  He knew what it was... she was a virgin, like him, but women had an extra penalty for giving themselves to someone.  The thought of stopping crossed his mind... perhaps they could consult Saul - he had an oath to keep things secret if they asked, but the idea was humiliating.  Yet, she asked him not to stop.  But the idea made his entire body tense; this was to be pleasurable for both of them, yet it looked like he was torturing her.  "I'm sorry," he whispered, leaning down and kissing her, speaking again against her lips, "I am,".<br/><br/>It wasn't an apology for what he had done, but rather for his next action.  There were two choices - go slowly and try to keep the pain as little as possible but prolonged... or move quickly and immediately - sharp pain for those few moments.  He chose the latter - he didn't think he could handle her in prolonged agony.  It felt like his soul was being torn with her cries of pain now... he couldn't make her endure more.<br/><br/>His hands slid down to her hips as he lifted her lower torso for a moment.  It was instinctual, holding her there tightly, almost comforting.  And then he thrust into her.  He could feel the resistance and the sudden removal of it, and then he was truly inside of her, the sudden removal of resistance causing him to slide fully into her, even last bit of his cock buried inside of her.  He wasn't the largest or longest of men - he'd heard the whores in town talk - but now, he knew that he was the perfect size for her - and she for him.  Releasing her hips, he leaned down and kissed her for a moment, letting her move past the pain and, hopefully, allow the  pleasure to seep in.