His Forbidden Scarlett
“Please… fuck me.”
With a guttural groan, he pushed forward and took me in one hard stroke. Pain sliced through me. He filled me completely and I shut my eyes close, fighting the pain, squeezing his shoulders for anchorage. I cried out, a mix of shock and ecstasy, as he began to move, his hips slamming against me with a rhythmic force. There wasn't much pleasure in the act, just pain. But the sound he made with each thrust, the look of pure adoration in his eyes dulled the pain to a bearable extent.