This time, there was no hurry. He entered her from behind, but with excruciating slowness. It was a deliberate invasion, inch by inch, allowing every fiber of her interior to adjust to his presence, to open completely for him. Vick moaned deeply, her fingers digging into the sheet, her face contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and patience.Once fully inside, he paused, leaning over her back, his lips close to her ear.“I want to see your face,” he whispered. “Turn over.”With his help, she rolled without him separating from her. Now on her back against the mattress, she was completely exposed—not just physically, but emotionally. The morning light illuminated every expression on her face. He braced himself on his arms, rising above her, and began to move.The rhythm was fundamentally different. It was gentle, deep, a rolling vessel. Each thrust wasn’t about force, but about connection. Their eyes remained locked. Devon saw every sigh, every blink, every wave of pleasure that crossed Vic
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