Then more.

Her body tried to resist, to clench around him, to say too much--but it was no use. He drove forward like he belonged there, and her walls finally gave way. They didn't just stretch--they surrendered.

Lily collapsed onto her elbows with a broken moan, her whole body trembling beneath him.

"Marcus--" she choked out. "Oh my God. You're--so big--"

He grunted behind her, the sound dark, desperate.

"You feel that?" he growled. "How deep I am? How wide I've got you stretched?"

"Yes," she gasped, rocking back onto him without meaning to. "God--Marcus, you're--you're inside my stomach--"

"Damn right I am," he hissed, pounding deeper, harder. "You're taking...