Sandy's POV
"Damn, you're soaking wet for me, baby. I thought I could just slip right into that tight little cunt of yours."
Charles spoke in a low growl as he began to withdraw from me slowly.
My nails pressed deeper into his skin. "Don't stop—"
He froze, resting his forehead against mine once more. His grip on my thigh loosened, his hand trailing to my hip where he held me with unexpected tenderness.
My legs remained locked around his waist, still feeling every inch of him buried deep inside me. Through my hazy vision, I met his gaze and saw something that made my breath catch—genuine concern that he might have caused me pain.
Here was the same man who had taken me roughly before, who had pinned me down while he claimed me over and over until his hunger was satisfied. Yet now, he was exercising restraint.
His jaw clenched so tightly I worried he might crack a tooth, but he remained perfectly still.
