Another unbidden whine as his fingers left, feeling strangely cold bereft without them there. There wasn't time for more than just a brief moment of nervousness, a quick spark of second thoughts as he pulled back -- but then she felt him brushing against her, grip tightening.

A scream as he pressed in so quickly, almost feeling as though something tore as her fingernails scrabbled for purchase against his neck and shoulders, trying to just hold on and breathe. It hurt in a completely different way than she was used to, leaving her panting and gasping, unable to respond or figure out how to move.

It was all that she could do not to call it off entirely, tell him to stop... it'd be fine, she could handle it, it'd be worth it...