Our naked bodies align, his much larger frame hovering above mine. I’m nervous suddenly, remembering the last time something was inside me—Sofiya clawing her way into the world while I lay on that filthy mattress.
Vince must see the flash of fear in my eyes, because he stops. “We can wait,” he offers. “There’s no rush.”
“No,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I need this. I need you.”
He takes his time, preparing me with gentle fingers until I’m arching against him, silently begging for more. When he finally pushes inside, the stretch is uncomfortable but welcome—a reclaiming of my body after all it’s been through.
“Okay?” he checks, holding perfectly still.
I nod, unable to form words. He begins to move. It’s nothing like our usual encounters—no dirty talk, no hair pulling, n
