Chapter 565: After the Fire (R18)
With one slow, relentless thrust, he sank into her to the hilt.
They both groaned in unison. Sophia's head fell back against the pillows, her mouth open on a silent cry at the stretch. He was so big, filling her completely, the slight burn only heightening the pleasure as her body adjusted around him. Orion stilled deep inside her, his forehead pressed to hers, breathing ragged.
"Goddess above… you feel good, shorty," he rasped, the words raw and honest in a way that made her chest tighten. "So tight. So perfect."
Then he began to move—deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive nerve inside her. Each withdrawal left her aching; each powerful snap of his hips drove him back to the deepest part of her.
Sophia's leg wrapped tighter around his waist, her heel digging into the small of his back to urge him harder, faster. Her nails raked down his shoulders and back, leaving red trails that she was certainly going to boast about later.
