Warning: R-18
Bella felt her body was no longer her own. Her entire universe had condensed to the place where they were joined, to the feeling of him moving within her. Every nerve ending was alight, singing a song of pure, carnal sensation. She could feel every inch of him-the thick, hard length stretching her, the heavy, driving weight of his hips, the rough texture of his fingers against her skin.
His large hands framed her face, his touch possessive and tender all at once. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, tugging it down gently as his hips set a relentless, deep rhythm, pistoning into her with a force that stole her breath. Each thrust was a masterstroke of pleasure, hitting a spot so deep and perfect inside her that she felt herself beginning to unravel.
She felt weightless, untethered, like she was floating on a sea of pure feeling.
