"Victor—" Maya's breath fractured on his name as fresh heat flooded her body.
He held her there, buried deep, giving her no room to escape the sudden fullness. His chest pressed to her back, breath hot against the curve of her neck as he rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate grind that forced every inch of him against that sensitive place inside her.
"Still so tight," he murmured, voice rough. "Even after taking me once."
Maya's fingers curled into the sheets. Her body fluttered around him, already tightening again under the relentless pressure.
He drew back just enough to make her feel the drag of him leaving her, then drove forward again—harder this time, the wet sound of their joining filling the quiet room.
Each thrust pushed a soft, broken sound from her throat.
