He pushed forward slowly, stretching me open. Inch by inch. I gripped the edge of the counter, nails digging into the marble. The fullness hit me all at once. Thick. Hard. Deep. My mouth fell open in a silent gasp.

Stellan groaned low in his throat. His hands held my hips tight, keeping me in place. “Fuck, Nova. You feel… shit.”

I couldn’t speak. My body clenched around him, adjusting to his size. He stayed still for a second, buried all the way inside. Then he started moving. Slow drags at first, pulling almost out before sliding back in. Each thrust made my breath catch.

He leaned down and took...