The words seemed to unlock something in her. Her body softened beneath him, thighs parting wider, hips tilting to cradle him deeper. A slow, wondering exhale left her lungs, and she smiled—small, teary, radiant.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," she breathed, voice trembling with awe. "It feels… full. Perfect. Like you were always meant to be here." A faint warmth spread between them where they joined—the subtle slick of her virgin blood mingling with her creamy arousal, coating his buried length in a sacred, intimate seal that marked this moment as theirs alone.
Phei's chest cracked open at the words, emotion surging so fiercely it stole his breath. He kissed her again—slow, reverent, pouring gratitude and something terrifyingly close to love into every brush of lips.
His tongue traced hers with tender possession, tasting the salt of her tears, while one hand cradled the back of her head as if she were the most fragile, priceless thing in his world.
