She couldn’t move.
The knot inside her pulsed thick and deep, stretching her open, locking them together so tight her legs trembled with the strain. His c**k was still throbbing, still leaking heat inside her, thick and slow like molten honey dripping straight into her womb. Her stomach felt full—too full—and the stone slab beneath her hips was wet with everything he’d pumped into her.
And he was still inside her. Still hard.
He didn’t pull away. Didn’t even try. He just stayed there, chest pressed to hers, heartbeat heavy and calm like he hadn’t just split her in two and f****d her like something he owned.
One of his hands slid into her hair, cradling her head like she was fragile.
The other gripped her hip, holding her still, his fingers bruising as he leaned down and brushed his mo
