He groans. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re going to kill me.”
He lines up—steady, purposeful—letting the head of his cock drag through my wetness.
“You ready?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He presses in an inch—just enough to make me cry out.
But he doesn’t move.
He holds me there.
Half-filled. Dripping and trembling.
“Eyes on me,” he says so softly I feel the words slide between my ribs. “I want to watch your face when I bury myself inside you.”
I meet his eyes—that maelstrom, perfect stare, as he thrusts into me with one swift, perfect stroke.
Instantly, I cry out, and he groans deep, voice wrecked.
“Fuck, Emma—”
His hands clamp onto my hips like he’s anchoring himself, and then he starts to move inside me.
And everything about it is raw, steady, deep enough to make me see stars.
I’m swimming in constellations, my body breaking open as Donovan—my boss, the father of my child and the sexiest man I’ve ever known—pounds into me with a controlled rhythm, every thrust sharp, desperate.
His calloused hand slides up to my throat—notchoking. Claiming.
His thumb finds the rapid beat of my pulse, his broad body caging mine, punctuating his words with deep thrusts.
“You feel—so goddamn—perfect.”
I’m shaking, unraveling, pulse loud in my ears.
“Donovan, I’m—I need—”
He pins my hips harder as my thighs open wider. “You wait for me.”
I'm laid out on the marble counter, breath shattered, heat throbbing through me so fast I can’t keep up.
And all the while, Donovan owns me—mind, body and soul, each hard pump of his hips claiming me more than the one before.
“You’re close. I can feel it. You’re squeezing me—fuck—you’re going to make a pretty mess all over this cock, aren’t you, gorgeous?”
He’s right. I’m a mess—a trembling,stuttering, heart-hammering mess that’s been at his mercy since the moment I laid eyes on him in Miami.
And when his thumb finds my clit again—rubbing the tender nub fast, rough, ruthless—that’s all it takes.
“That’s right. Come for me.” he orders, voice feral. “Let me feel this pussy break.”
I shatter. My orgasm hits like an explosion—violent, unexpected—my entire body clenching around him so hard I shout his name.
The second I do, he groans—deep, ruined—and thrusts twice more before he spills into me with a sound so raw it sears itself into my bones.
For several seconds, he doesn’t move. He just breathes deep.
