Compilation Of Short Stories
The possessive fire there didn’t frighten her; it ignited her.
"Mine," he declared, the word a vow etched in primal need.
He thrust. Not a slow entry, but one powerful, claiming stroke that buried him to the hilt inside her tight, fluttering heat. Anya’s cry wasn’t of pain, but of overwhelming sensation, the incredible, burning stretch as her body yielded to his girth, the profound filling as his thick cock impaled her, claiming her depths. He was huge, stretching her exquisitely, filling her warm, wet hole completely, a perfect, demanding fit that sparked fresh fire along her nerves. He set an immediate, brutal, possessive rhythm, each powerful thrust driving her higher, grinding the base o