The tension in the room snapped, the agonizing friction finally pushing them both past the point of no return.

Giovanni flipped her onto her back against the sheets, looming over her like a dark shadow. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he looked down at her. "I'm about to fuck you, Cara," he warned, his voice a deep, gravelly whisper. "You're going to feel a slight pain, but more of pleasure, okay?"

Rosa could only nod tightly, her breath catching as her eyes drifted down, taking in the intimidating length and thickness of him.

Determined to make the transition as easy as possible for her, Giovanni settled between...