Sofia
The scream died in my throat, replaced by a ragged, gasping sob. The pain was absolutely sharp, a tearing fire that radiated from my center outward, consuming me. I felt full, too full. I felt split open, invaded in the most primal way possible.
"Breathe," Luca commanded, he held my hips in a grip, pinning me against the glass, refusing to let me squirm away from the invasion. "Don't fight it, accept it."
"It hurts," I whimpered, tears mixing with the shower water streaming down my face. "Luca, it hurts."
"I know," he rasped. He stayed perfectly still, buried deep inside me, letting my body adjust to the size of him. "You're so tight. f**k, Sofia, you're so f*****g tight it's squeezing the life out of me."
He withdrew an inch, and I gasped at the friction, the sensation raw and
