Darian didn't understand why people were scared of him; he was an absolute softie!

Maybe it's because he was bigger, much bigger, than the average person. He was around 6'8, and it was weird considering he was even taller than his parents, who were below 5'10 at least. The only person who he hasn't scared off was his love. God, how he loved her, more than anything. He was a gentle guy, and being with her made him even more gentle so he wouldn't risk hurting or scaring her.

He loved how tiny she was compared to him, how he could pick her up with one hand. He also loved how she had to reach on her tip-toes to kiss him, making him bend down so she could reach him. Sometimes, he'd purposefully stand out of reach just to feel her hands grab him and force him down to her level.

It was almost an hour when they finally finished, collapsing on top of each other in a sweaty, heaving mess of limbs tangled in the messy sheets. Darian took most of the time trying to fully sheath himself inside her, finding the right pace and position so she would be comfortable.

"You did such a good job, baby. I'm so proud of you," he whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse and loving as he rubbed soothing circles on her stomach. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you, love. But you took me like a champ."

He rolled over on his back, wrapping his arm around her waist and gently pulling her closer. He gazed down at her, his eyes filled with pure adoration. "Is there anything you need, baby? I'm here for you, always."