"Wow," she breathed, the word barely audible over the sound of the cascading water. "You really are strong."
The praise sparked a fire in Zaeryn, a desire to push further, to explore the boundaries of their passion. He held her steady, positioning her over his length with deliberate care. The blunt head of his cock teased at her entrance, a tormenting promise of the pleasure to come.
Ravena was already wet, her desire evident in the way her body yielded to him. Zaeryn pressed into her, his cock filling her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Her pussy tightened around him, a velvety embrace that drew a groan of pleasure from his lips.
The sensation of being filled, of being claimed by him once again, was almost overwhelming.
Ravena felt every hard inch of Zaeryn slide deep inside her, stretching her in a way that was both painful and exquisite. Despite the initial discomfort, the feeling of his cock buried to the hilt within her was a heady intoxication.
