As soon as he'd rolled the condom up his dick, he used the same hand to guide himself into her wet heat. If he was careful in aligning their bodies, it didn't carry over to timidity or gentleness in how her took her. He couldn't have been either, even if he wanted to, with how she'd worked him up.

How much was her and how much was the magic he might wonder later, but for now, he was caught up in it, in the feel of her sheathing him, the heat of her skin against his chest, her shoulder between his teeth. With a low groan, he slid almost out of her and then drove back in, relying on depth and power instead of speed to bring her along with him.