~Leon's POV~
"Relax for me, Beck. Just breathe. Keep looking at me."
I held his gaze, anchoring him to me so he wouldn't get lost in the fear. Then, I moved closer, aligning ourselves perfectly before I began to slide in.
The first inch was a slow, heavy intrusion. Beck's eyes blew wide, and a sharp, pained gasp caught in his throat. His fingers clawed at the bedsheets, his body instinctively tensing against the unfamiliar stretch.
"Easy, easy," I whispered, my voice a low caress.
I pushed a little further, and this time a long, low groan broke from his lips, a sound that was half-struggle and half-surrender. I felt him trembling beneath me, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts as I filled him inch by inch.
I stopped, letting him adjust to the weight and the depth of me, my body aching with the need to rush, but I forced myself to be the anchor he needed, refusing to move again until I saw the tension leave his shoulders.
