Carrie was trembling, utterly spent, but her lips still whispered against his skin.
"I love you… Ross…"
Ross smirked, his hand stroking lazily down her back as he admired the sight of her ruined, trembling body impaled on his cock.
"I love you too, Carrie," he murmured darkly. "But don't think I'm done with you yet."
Ross wasted no time diving into another round with Carrie.
There was no pause, no mercy—he gave her no chance to recover.
His cum still dripped from her abused pussy, but that didn't matter; he rammed his cock back inside her, claiming her once again without hesitation.
He didn't care to stop. He didn't need to.
Carrie's body, once fragile, was no longer mortal.
His seed had already seeped deep into her womb, rewriting her from the inside out.
Every drop carried power, saturating her veins, strengthening her nerves, rebuilding her flesh.
