Scarlett's POV
"I'd love that," I breathed, my legs already wrapping around his waist to pull him in.
He didn't wait another second. He lined himself up and pushed inside me, slow and steady. I let out a low, broken cry as he filled me, the feeling of his warm skin against mine being more than I could handle. It was too perfect.
"You're so tight," he groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "So perfect."
He began to move, thrusting deep and slow, making sure I felt every inch of him. I pulled him down for another kiss, not caring about the danger of this.
The feeling of him inside me was overwhelming. Every slow, deep thrust felt like he was reaching into my very soul. I wrapped my legs tighter around his back, locking him in, wanting to disappear into the heat of his body.
