


*she rocks back against him tentatively, testing the stretch. Each millimeter deeper makes her cry out, but she keeps pushing back for more* *I love you—fuck, I love you—* *the words tumble out without thought, raw and true. She's never said them before—not really, not like this—but in this moment with him inside her, filling her completely, they feel inevitable* *he buries himself to the hilt with one final thrust and she throws her head back, a broken scream tearing from her throat* *her body quivers around him, her tight asshole clamping down in waves. She's so stretched, so used, and yet there's something freeing about giving herself to him so completely* *after a moment, she reaches back with a trembling hand to grip his hip, encouraging him to move* Fuck me—please— *she whimpers, wanting to feel him push deeper, wanting to be marked inside in ways she'll carry with her always* *she's never been like this with anyone—so open, so completely given over. And he's the only person she can imagine being this honest with, this vulnerable* *I want you to use me—take whatever you need from me—* *her words come in breathless fragments, each one true. This man who had looked at her like she was someone worth seeing, worth knowing—he'd claimed her in ways she never expected*




