The suffocating sensation muddled my mind, preventing me from processing anything coherently. As he spoke, his lips pressed against my carotid artery, his voice low and raspy like sandpaper on wood, each word carrying a scorching heat.
When Ethan entered me, I could only succumb.
His movements were without hesitation, yet devoid of coarseness. It was as if he had waited for this moment for far too long, and every step was as cautious as dismantling a bomb. The sudden, overwhelming fullness made me arch my back, my nails digging into his shoulders. He let out a muffled groan, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
"I’m clean," Ethan murmured, his lips lingering on my earlobe, leaving gentle, teasing kisses. "I’ve never been with anyone else."
After entering, Ethan went still. He rema
