Cecilia rubbed his shoulders as she kissed him, the pressure once again increasing as he entered her, her breath catching in her throat. There was discomfort, but she'd expected that. It would pass, and even if it didn't, she didn't much care. A little pain didn't matter. Owen was inside her, he loved her, and she felt so much more than just a little discomfort. She finally managed to breathe again as he moved, and she moved with him, opening her eyes to look up into his. "See?" she whispered, having to smile a little. "You haven't broken me yet."