Anna’s hand was still wrapped around the thick, slick length of Stephen’s c**k, the broad head notched right against her entrance, when something inside her simply gave way.
All the months of secret staring, the shameful orgasms in the dark, the years of practiced hatred, none of it mattered anymore.
She was wet and open and aching, and the man she had blamed for everything was right here, hard and ready and looking at her like she was the only thing in the world.
She lifted her hips and took him inside in one slow, deliberate push.
The stretch was immediate and overwhelming.
Stephen was thick, thicker than her fingers had ever been, and the slide of him opening her inch by inch dragged a broken, happy sound from her throat.
Her soft walls clenched and fluttered around the intrus
