Larissa's POV
Slowly, agonizingly, Carson pushed deeper until he filled me completely, his body pressed against mine. The stretch was intense, almost too much to handle.
Carson's breathing was ragged against my ear. "God, you feel incredible. How long has it been?"
"Weeks," I whispered, my body struggling to accommodate his size. "Wesley was never... never like this."
Carson's grin was purely predatory. "Nobody is like this, sweetheart. You're getting the real deal."
"You're insufferable," I managed, though my voice shook as he moved within me.
"Think you can handle more?" he asked, withdrawing slightly before pushing back in.
"Yes," I breathed, feeling my body start to welcome the intrusion, discomfort melting into need.
He withdrew almost completely before driving back in with devastating force that left me gasping. "Perfect," he groaned, establishing a relentless rhythm that made the bed shake against the wall. "This tight little body was made for me."
