Eva's breath broke instantly, her body jolting forward from the force of it.
The stretch was sudden.
Intense.
Even with how wet she was; no, drenched — it still hurt, just slightly, just enough to make her body react.
But it didn't last.
Because what followed drowned it out completely.
Relief.
Pressure.
Pleasure that came crashing in right after.
Her body gave in almost instantly.
Her mind too.
"So big… so perfect…" she breathed, her voice low, unsteady, soaked in feeling. "I… I was made for this~"
Christian paused only briefly, letting her adjust, letting her body take him in again after the time apart.
Then he moved. Harder. Rougher.
Completely different from before.
Where Annabelle had drawn something deeper, something consuming—
Eva pulled something else out of him.
Control through force.
Understanding through intensity.
He knew what she wanted.
And he gave it to her.
