“I’ll pull out,” Aleksei says, and something in his voice makes it sound like a punishment. “Are you safe?”
There’s a voice inside me whispering don’t, but it’s so small I can barely hear it over the pounding in my chest. I nod fast.
He yanks his shirt off, climbs off the bed, and strips off his pants and briefs. “I’m safe too,” he mutters.
And then he’s on me. His hands grip my thighs hard, too hard, spreading me open like I’m just another hole to fill.
He groans when he sees me. Then, with no warning, he thrusts inside. He pushes in deep, so big, too much, too thick, I whimper, my body tight around him.
“Take it, little bunny,” he growls. He moves, slow but forceful, claiming me inch by inch.
When he finally fills me, when I’m stretched so wide I can’t think straight, I gasp. Moan.
