Deep Inside
“Say the word, and I’ll stop. I swear to God.”
I reached back and grabbed his wrist.
“Do it.”
And he thrust inside me with a groan that shattered me.
We both stilled for a moment, his hand on my hip, my forehead against the fogged tile. He was so deep, so thick, I could barely breathe.
Then he started to move. Slow at first, savoring every inch. Then faster, deeper. Possessive.
I cried out with every thrust, nails scraping the wall, my body singing with a kind of pain that was almost pleasure. Declan fucked like a man who’d waited years. Who had denied himself for so long, he couldn’t stop now even if the world ended.