Natalia's world narrowed to the sensation of Satori's hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as he positioned himself behind her. Heat consumed her from within, the pill amplifying every touch, every breath against her skin. Her body trembled with need, core aching and empty.
"Who do you belong to, Princess?" His voice rumbled against her ear, sending shivers cascading down her spine.
"You," she gasped, barely recognizing her own voice, raw and desperate. "I belong to you..."
Satori's grip tightened, his other hand digging into the flesh of her hip as he guided himself to her entrance. The first push stole her breath—a slow, inexorable pressure that stretched her beyond what she thought possible.
"Oh my g—" Her words dissolved into a broken cry as he seated himself fully inside her. The sensation was overwhelming—too much and not enough simultaneously. She felt split open, claimed, her body yielding to accommodate his size.
