MONIQUEMaxwell stayed buried inside me for a long moment, his chest rising and falling hard against mine. The aftershocks still fluttered through my body in small, involuntary pulses. Every tiny movement—every slight shift of his hips, every breath he took—made me flinch. My inner walls kept clenching around him without permission, as if my body refused to let go of the first orgasm he had forced out of me.He lifted his head slowly. His eyes were dark, almost feverish, as if the fog in his mind had thinned just enough for him to feel everything more sharply. There was something raw in the way he looked at me, something that made my stomach twist.“You’re still shaking,” he murmured.Before I could answer, before I could gather enough strength to push him away or demand space, he carefully rolled us over. The motion was controlled, mindful of the life growing inside me, but it still made him sink even deeper. A broken, high-pitched sound tore out of my throat the second the new angle
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