BOUND TO THE ALPHA I SWORE TO KILL • BOOK I
He added a third finger.
The stretch was intense, the burn sharp and immediate, and I cried out, my body tensing around him, my muscles clenching against the intrusion. He stopped moving, letting me adjust, his mouth still on me, his tongue still circling, softer now, gentler, soothing me through the stretch. I breathed through it, the rain cold on my face, the stone hard beneath my back, and slowly, slowly, the tension eased, the burn faded, and the pleasure returned, stronger than before.
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