Percy's POV
When Henderson gave me her clinical breakdown of what she expected from sex and marking, one phrase has echoed in my mind ever since. The slower I go, the easier it becomes for her.
Those words have become my anchor. I've repeated them to myself and drilled them into Usher's consciousness too. He's no gentler than I am by nature. I warned her about this, but the thought of her tearing and bleeding makes my stomach turn. She seemed so matter-of-fact about it, as if pain during sex was just another inevitable part of this process.
But then she had to start whispering my name like that. Those two simple words have haunted my dreams for months, maybe longer. I never imagined how intoxicating my name would sound falling from her lips in surrender.
