SOPHIA

When he moved to take me, it wasn't with the hesitation of a lover; it was with the absolute certainty of someone who was sure of the power they possessed. He gripped my thighs, his hands so large they nearly met around the circumference of my skin, and lifted my knees towards my chest.

The position was vulnerable, exposing every inch of me to the cool evening air and to his his burning, charcoal-gray stare.

"You wanted me to fuck you, right?" he rasped, his voice dropping into a tone that made my vision swim. "This is it. You're gonna get what you want, little slut."

He guided himself...