Willow
IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW, WHAT THIS IS ABOUT.
It's what it always is, with Dominik.
Territory. Dominance. Control.
He pushes inside me—and then stops. Only the thick head of his cock is inside me.
My eyes flutter closed. I need more, so much more — "Willow. Look at me."
With some difficulty, I do as he says.
He's got his hands tight on my hips. He's breathing hard, but it's controlled. Like everything else about his body right now, he's rigid, tense, holding something in. "Tell me you understand. Tell me you agree."
"Yes." Please don't make me beg for it. "Yes."
He doesn't make me beg this time. My "yes" releases whatever brakes he had on himself.
Because then he's thrusting in, sheathing himself inside me all at once. One single, almost punishing, thrust.
Maybe because I know what to expect this time, the pressure and fullness is less startling. Still overwhelming, but not quite so alarming.
