Then he pushed inside in one long, slow thrust, and Sophia’s world narrowed to the overwhelming sensation of being filled. Stretched. Completed.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation bordered on too much—he was bigger than she’d anticipated, and the stretch burned in the most delicious way.

“Breathe,” Marcus commanded, holding himself perfectly still despite every instinct screaming at him to move. “Just breathe, sweetheart.”

The endearment surprised them both, but then Sophia’s inner walls relaxed fractionally and he sank that last inch, fully seated inside her.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to hers. “You feel incredible.”

She did. She was scorching hot and...