Kissing was easy. Kissing was familiar. And above all, kissing was more comfortable when compared to the jolts of pain that shot through her as Jamie moved about her. Fortunately, Jamie seemed to recognize that as well and pulled her against him, his lips capturing hers. Bella squeezed her eyes shut, fighting—and oftentimes failing—to prevent the winces and muffled yelps that escaped her lips every time he moved deeper.
Focusing her attention on his lips helped take her focus off the pain as the minutes passed. By the time she'd pulled back, her lungs aching for a deep breath, she noticed that the pain was absent. There was a dull soreness that accompanied every thrust, but the stinging pain—the kind that made her yelp—had vanished.
Pleasure, it seemed, wouldn't be an option this time, but he'd been right: the pain didn't last. Bella reached up and traced her fingers down his cheek, watching his expression as it shifted throughout the midst of pleasure.
Focusing her attention on his lips helped take her focus off the pain as the minutes passed. By the time she'd pulled back, her lungs aching for a deep breath, she noticed that the pain was absent. There was a dull soreness that accompanied every thrust, but the stinging pain—the kind that made her yelp—had vanished.
Pleasure, it seemed, wouldn't be an option this time, but he'd been right: the pain didn't last. Bella reached up and traced her fingers down his cheek, watching his expression as it shifted throughout the midst of pleasure.
— MJ is MAGICAL —