How could I ever forget this sensation?
How could I forget the way he stretches me—so wide, so deep—until my body can't take it?
That mix of pain and pleasure… that burning, throbbing fullness…
How can I forget what it feels like when something that big slides into somewhere this tight?
No… I can't.
Not now. Not ever.
Because it's not just the feeling I love.
It's not just the stretch.
Not just the wet sound when he thrusts into me again.
Not just the way my thighs tremble uncontrollably, or the way my back arches before I even know I'm climax.
It's Haruki.
Everything about him.
His voice when he growls my name behind me.
The way his hands grip my hips like I'm the only woman he'll ever touch.
The way he looks at me, wild, obsessed—as if I'm the sweetest thing he's ever tasted.
I try to glance back, my body bent over, my palms digging into the sheets… and I see his face.
That face.
Eyes locked on where we're joined… cheeks flushed… lips parted.
