Despite Anandur’s gripping hold on Wonder’s thighs, her hips were gyrating uncontrollably. She was such a strong lass. Her release was going to be magnificent.

Anandur would’ve liked to prolong the build-up some more, but the truth was that he was at the end of his rope as well. Once Wonder reached her climax, she would be ready for him.

Teasing her entrance with his fingers, he worked one inside. When she moaned and arched her back, asking for more, he withdrew and returned with two.

If she weren’t a virgin, he was sure Wonder would’ve climaxed the moment he penetrated her with his fingers, but she was so tight that even the two digits were a stretch for her untried sheath.

How the hell was she going to take his shaft?

Gently pumping, he flicked his tongue over her clit, once, twice, and as more moisture coated his fingers, he curled them, pressing the tips against that special roughened spot on the wall of her channel.

“Anandur,” she groaned. “I’m so close.”

Thank the merciful Fates.

As he thrust his fingers deeper inside her, he closed his lips over her clit and sucked it in gently.

Her channel tightening hungrily around his digits, Wonder threw her head back and uttered a soft cry as an outpour of wetness coated them with her essence.

His cock twitched painfully, desperate to be where his fingers were.

But he had to take this slow. He had to make Wonder’s first time so memorable that she would get hot and bothered every time she thought about it even a hundred years from now.

A thousand.

He had to make this blissful expression on her beautiful face last throughout her virgin voyage. No grimace was going to mar it. Not if he could prevent it.

Helping Wonder ride out her climax, he gently pumped in and out of her until her shudders subsided.

When she opened her eyes and smiled contentedly, he knew she was ready for him. “Anandur,” she whispered his name with awe in her voice.

And wasn’t that enough to make him grow a few inches taller? And longer?

“My Wonder.” Awash with feelings, he planted a soft kiss to her quivering flesh before pushing back to his knees.

With a hard yank he pulled his shirt over his head and sent it flying to the floor, then he pushed down his jeans and kicked them off. With a soft thud, they landed somewhere behind him.

Her eyes widened as he fisted his cock.

“Don’t be afraid, sweetling, I’ll go slow.”

“I’m not afraid,” she whispered. “I want you.”

After rubbing the crown up and down her drenched folds until it was covered in her juices, he placed it against her entrance and applied the slightest of pressures.

She tensed, her hands fisting the bed sheet beneath her.

Leaning over her, he rested his elbow beside her head and kissed her gently, tenderly, while running the swollen head of his shaft up and down her slit some more. When she relaxed under him, he pushed a fraction of an inch inside her, looking into her eyes for any signs of distress.

“Good?” he rasped.

She nodded.

With a Herculean effort, Anandur forced himself to inch into her slowly, excruciatingly so, until he reached the barrier and stopped. Before surging past it, he needed to let Wonder get accustomed to the invasion. The more patient he was, the less pain she was going to experience when he broke through.

A long moment passed with Wonder’s harsh breaths the only sounds disturbing the silence.

As he fought to hold still, muscles quivering from the effort and sweat pouring out of him as if he was running a double marathon in the Egyptian desert, Anandur gritted his teeth. “Are you okay, lass? Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head, but Anandur wasn’t sure which part of his question she was answering. Did the shaking mean that she wasn’t okay, or did it mean that he wasn’t hurting her?

When her hips stirred beneath him, he got his answer.

Pushing one hand under her bottom, he angled her up before surging inside her with one powerful thrust.

As the barrier broke, Wonder cried out, and there was no mistaking the anguish in that cry. She was in pain.

With tears pooling at the corners of her eyes, Wonder put her hands on his chest and pushed. “Get off me!”

She was strong, stronger than many of the guys he’d subdued on the training mat, but Anandur held on, his hand under her buttocks preventing her from bucking him off.

Fates, how he hated causing her pain even for a moment. He had to remind himself that Wonder was an immortal and that her pain would not last long.

“I’m so sorry, lass.” He dipped his head and kissed her eyes, then licked the salty tears away. “It’s going to get better in a moment. I promise.”

That was the beauty of her immortal body. It would adjust, and her discomfort would ebb in a matter of seconds.

Breathing in and out through clenched teeth, she nodded.

He waited until the tension in her body started to ease. “Better?”

“Yeah.” She let out a long breath.

“Thank the merciful Fates.” He kissed her again but didn’t start moving. When he felt her buttocks unclench in his hand, he asked, “Ready for more?”

“Go slow.”

“I will, love.” He pulled out just a bit, rocking himself gently inside her.

After a few moments of that, she whispered, “More.”

Rising on straightened arms, Anandur pulled almost all the way out, but instead of surging inside her, he inched back. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his arms shook from the effort to hold back, but he was adamant about giving her the time she needed to adjust. It was well worth the struggle if he managed to make Wonder climax on her virgin voyage.

She moaned when he withdrew again, and then cried out when he drove deep inside her, but this time it wasn’t a cry of pain, but one of pleasure.

Once more he withdrew and drove back inside her, elation sweeping through him as Wonder lifted up to meet him halfway.

“Yes, love, just like this.” Gradually increasing the tempo, he gazed into her eyes, making sure she was right there with him for the ride.