I bite my lip, nodding.

Vic shifts above me, his body covering mine and his fingers dragging over my jaw and mouth over my lips. I feel him—hard and pressing against me, nudging at my entrance. He moves slowly, pressing in just the tip, his eyes locked on mine, watching me. I inhale sharply as my body stretches and adjusts to his length, burning in the most exquisite way.

“You okay?” he asks, his muscles trembling with restraint.

I nod, fisting the sheets. “More.”

He groans, thrusting a little deeper, his forehead pressing against mine. “Fuck, Kerry…so tight.”

I gasp, clenching around him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Vic!” is all I can manage to say before his mouth captures mine, kissing me slow and deep as he inches in further. My moans turn into cries, and his groans turn into growls.

“Shit. I never—” He buries his face against my neck, his voice breaking. “Never felt like this before.”

My fingers claw down his back, holding onto him for dear life. Vic shifts his weight, gripping my thighs, spreading me wider, finding the right angle, and when he finally thrusts all the way in, stretching me open, claiming every inch, my world tilts on its axis.

“Fuck—” He groans, his voice weak.

I shudder, clutch his arms, and take all of his thick, aching dick—every deep thrust and ferocious pound. His hand slides between us, his thumb circling my clit, sending a bolt of pleasure so strong my body tenses around him.

“Umm, hmm,” he grits, thrusting deeper, dragging his lips over my jaw. “Take me just like this, Kerry. Take all of it.”

My cries dissolve into breathless whimpers, my body unraveling under his touch. He dominates me in perfect rhythm—every drag, every hard, hungry stroke that fills me so deep I swear I’ll never recover.

I try to muffle my moan, but Vic’s not having it.

“Let me hear you,” he growls. “Don’t hide from me. You love how I stretch this tight pussy, don’t you?” he rasps, his hand gripping my thigh, pinning me in place.

I’m too far gone to speak, too lost in the way he makes me feel, how he owns me with every stroke.

His lips brush against mine, and our bodies sync. I cling to him, gasping at every roll of his hips, every inch of him stretching me, taking me somewhere I’ve never been before.

And then it hits me. This isn’t a feeling I’ve ever experienced. This isn’t trauma. This is pleasure. Pure, raw, consuming pleasure. Pleasure that makes me arch beneath him, chasing for more. Pleasure that makes my toes curl, my body tighten, my lips part with helpless, breathless moans. Pleasure that makes me feel alive.

Vic tilts my chin, forcing my eyes to his. “Feel that?”