Rafael's POV
She asked, gasping, her chest heaving, with a look of terror that my length might tear her, yet she bit her lips in a lustful gaze.
Hell. I'll break her. She asked for it.
I smirked, leaned in closer, and stroked her face slowly.
"What do you take me for? It's insulting. It hasn't even reached halfway," I teased.
And with one slow, deliberate thrust, I pushed her deep.
She gasped for air in a mix of pain and pleasure. But her buckled hips arched up, a clear sign that pleasure already dominated her nerves.
"Fuck. You're so tight. Beautifully tight," I muttered under my breath.
Her eyes rolled back, and she bit down a moan. Damn it! She's so beautiful.
I caught her lips, devouring her as my thrusts paced up.
It was as if I wanted to drown her moans and absorb them, because words couldn't even describe the sheer, exciting, thrilling feeling that gnawed inside me.
