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Mila
My a*s wasn’t a virgin, but at the press of his c**k against my hole, I caught my breath and lip between my teeth. He’d felt huge inside my p***y, filling me beyond what I’d thought possible, but my ass...
Fuck, it burned. Tears squeezed out of my clenched eyelids as he pressed in. I fought to stay relaxed, told myself to push back, but holy hell.
“Mila?”
“Don’t stop.”
He pressed harder.
“Too big,” I heard myself gasp as his head finally slid past my ring wishing to keep him out. “Holy f**k, too big.”
“Shh.” He leaned over my back, his chest like a furnace to my already heated skin. “Worst is over.”
Like hell, it was. Vigil was a man of restraint—no doubt about that, but I knew a beast lived inside his soul. He’d yet to unleash it, but he would. If I gave him permission.
