Then more.
Her body tried to resist, to clench around him, to say too much--but it was no use. He drove forward like he belonged there, and her walls finally gave way. They didn't just stretch--they surrendered.
Lily collapsed onto her elbows with a broken moan, her whole body trembling beneath him.
"Marcus--" she choked out. "Oh my God. You're--so big--"
He grunted behind her, the sound dark, desperate.
"You feel that?" he growled. "How deep I am? How wide I've got you stretched?"
"Yes," she gasped, rocking back onto him without meaning to. "God--Marcus, you're--you're inside my stomach--"
"Damn right I am," he hissed, pounding deeper, harder. "You're taking all of it. Every f*****g inch."
He braced one hand at the small of her back, the other wrapping tight around her hip to pull
