Kristen's POV
Deryl had warned me he would be patient with me. He had promised that intimacy should bring pleasure, not pain, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of what I just experienced. The building warmth in my center had erupted like wildfire through my entire being. My fingers had dug into his flesh, anchoring myself to him as waves of sensation threatened to tear me apart.
His gentle kisses had slowly pieced me back together afterward. But apparently, we were far from finished.
There was so much more to discover.
I could feel his eyes studying my every reaction, ensuring my comfort with each touch. Yet there was something else in his gaze - genuine appreciation for my body and fascination with how I responded to him.
"Did that feel good to you?"
"It was..." How could I possibly describe what just happened? No words existed in my vocabulary for such an experience.
His knowing smile told me he understood my speechlessness completely.
