Chapter 19
Elijah
Buried to the hilt inside her cunt was better than I imagined. Not only did it feel good, having her wrapped around my c**k, but it felt f*****g right. As if her body had been made for me. I chose to believe that, convinced that Charlotte was mine.
The Musician wanted to hunt and slice the throat of the fucker who tore through her virtue, claiming her first. But a part of me loved that I could f**k her the way I wanted to without being gentle, without worrying about hurting her. The only way I wanted to hurt her was having her body ache for me, her p***y soaked and swollen for my c**k.
I pulled out of her and winced, my entire body alive with sensation, and I felt this primal sense of ownership staring at her swollen p***y creamed with my c*m. God, it was the most ero
