Hailee's POV
It was like nothing I'd ever felt—deep, stretching, filling, yet somehow tender. My breath hitched with every inch of him gliding out and back in. The friction sent little shocks up my spine, each one making my toes curl. Nathan's eyes never left mine, his pace unhurried but purposeful, like he was trying to memorize every sound I made. His hand cradled my cheek while the other stayed firm on my hip, holding me still for him.
"You take me so well," he murmured, his voice thick with awe. "Like your body was made for me."
A whimper escaped me, my hips tilting instinctively to meet his next thrust. That drew a low, guttural groan from him, and his fingers dug into my skin just a little harder.
"Do that again," he urged.
I did, rolling my hips to meet him, and this time the head of his cock brushed somewhere deep that made my vision blur. I gasped, clinging to his shoulders, nails leaving half-moon marks.
