Jin Yue's fingers, trapped together by the ribbon, instinctively curled against the strong, corded muscles at the back of Jun Kai's neck. He was anchored to the alpha, physically bound to him in this new, devastatingly intimate way. He could feel the power in Jun Kai's shoulders, the rapid beat of his heart where their chests pressed together. There was no hiding, no distance left.
Jun Kai held his gaze, his own eyes black with intent. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, he pushed forward.
This was no hesitant breach. This was a claiming. Jin Yue felt the remaining length of him sink in, a smooth, relentless slide that buried him to the hilt. The feeling of being full, utterly and completely full, punched the air from Jin Yue's lungs in a soft, choked cry. It wasn't a scream of pain, but a sound of shocked, overwhelming completion. His inner muscles fluttered wildly around the intrusion, trying to accommodate the impossible girth, the perfect fit.
