"I fingered myself every night pretending it was your cock…" Her voice cracked, raw and honest. "…it never felt like this."
The words landed hard.
And whatever calm had settled between them shattered instantly.
Christian didn't answer.
He moved.
In one fluid motion, he surged up from his back, pressing her down beneath him. His hands planted on either side of her head, caging her in place — possessive, protective.
Then he pushed.
His length stroked new angles inside her, sinking deeper than before. The head of his cock kissed the tight entrance of her womb — a blunt, claiming pressure that sent a shockwave ripping through her entire body.
"Ah—!"
Annabelle shattered into a moaning mess. Her composure collapsed completely; her voice broke apart into high, fractured sounds as the sensation overwhelmed her, her body giving in all over again.
Her back arched off the mattress, her legs locking tightly around his waist as if she could keep him there forever.
