A faint sting of discomfort made her gasp, her body still sensitive and raw from their earlier passion.
She opened her mouth, perhaps to protest or plead for mercy, but no words came. Ross didn't give her the chance.
With a firm grip on her hips, he began to move, setting a relentless pace that left no room for hesitation.
Her breath hitched as her body instinctively responded, her walls clenching tightly around him despite the lingering soreness.
Her fingers clawed weakly at the sheets, her legs trembling as Ross drove into her with unyielding force.
Every thrust sent waves of mixed pain and pleasure coursing through her, her body teetering on the edge of overstimulation.
Yet, even as her mind screamed that she couldn't possibly handle more, her body betrayed her, yielding completely to his dominance.
Julian watched, utterly transfixed, his breath shallow as the scene unfolded before him.
