PASSION OF LOVE: CRAVING THE PLUS SIZE-TWIN
He touched me lovingly, fingers circling my most sensitive spot until I was trembling and begging for more.
When he finally entered me, it was slow and careful filling me completely. We moved together in a loving rhythm, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. He whispered sweet, filthy things in my ear: how much he craved my curves, how perfect I felt around him, how he was falling for me.
I came first, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He followed soon after, holding me tight as he finished deep inside.
Afterward, he held me close, stroking my back as the drug’s effects slowly faded. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. “I’m not letting Mia or anyone hurt you again.”