Bella watched, transfixed, as blood rushed southward, the shaft swelling and lengthening right before her eyes.
Inch by inch, it rose, pulsing with each heartbeat, growing harder, thicker, more commanding.
The head flared, darkening with arousal, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip.
Veins stood out in bold relief along its length, throbbing visibly as it reached full, unrelenting hardness.
Fifteen inches of pure, overwhelming power—thick enough that her fingers wouldn't even meet if she tried to wrap her hand around it.
It stood proud and rigid, curving slightly upward, demanding attention, radiating heat she could almost feel from where she knelt.
Her mouth went dry. Her body responded in ways she couldn't control—a rush of warmth between her legs, her nipples tightening against the fabric of her shirt.
Fear still lingered, sharp and electric, but it was tangled now with something darker, something needier.
