EMBER’S POV
The stretch burns so good. He’s so thick I feel every ridge, every inch forcing me open, and he doesn’t give me time to adjust.
He just starts f*****g me—hard, fast, the same way he fights.
Every thrust slams me back into the mat, the wet sound of my cunt taking him loud and filthy between us.
I’m soaked, dripping around him, and the way he fills me has my toes curling inside my shoes.
His hand grips my thigh and shoves it wider. The other plants beside my head, caging me in.
His face hovers right above mine, jaw tight, eyes locked on every flutter of my lashes, every broken sound I make while he pounds into me.
He watches me like he’s memorising exactly how I look when he’s ruining me.
“Take it,” he growls, voice rough. “f*****g take every inch. My beautiful clever gir
