He pushed into me, a slow, deliberate invasion. My breath hitched, a strangled gasp leaving my lips. His cock was thick, filling me instantly, stretching me. It was a familiar ache, a remembered fullness from just hours ago, yet it felt new. More brutal. More possessive. He didn't thrust immediately. He just stayed there, buried to the hilt, staring down at me, his eyes burning with a possessive fire.

"You're mine, Everly. In his bed, on his couch, in his fucking car if I want. You're mine."

Then he started to move. Slowly at first, a deep, grinding thrust that sent a jolt straight through me. I bit my lip...