Marcus's fingers tightened, pulling her scalp taut as he leaned close. His breath was hot and damp against her temple. "Hold it," he commanded, voice low and relentless. "Hold it deep."
His other hand slid down her spine, finding the base where tension coiled like wire, pressing hard. The counterpoint of pain anchored her amidst the sensory storm, forcing focus through the haze.
The egg shifted inside her, a glacial intrusion against the furnace of Kai's thrusts. Its surface, impossibly smooth and cold, seemed to pulse with a slow, sucking pressure, drawing the heat from her core while Kai relentlessly stoked it back.
She felt stretched across a precipice, the chill burrowing into her marrow even as sweat slicked her skin where Kai's body met hers. Each withdrawal of Kai's hips was a raw scrape, leaving her inner walls sensitized and trembling, only to be filled again with brutal immediacy.
