Allyson's POV
Michael's mouth delivered one final, deliberate stroke against my sensitive flesh, his lips lingering just long enough to make me gasp before he pulled back completely.
The sudden absence left me trembling with need, positioned on my hands and knees exactly as he wanted me.
His grip found my hips, fingers digging into my skin with unmistakable possession as he guided me into place.
The thick head of his arousal pressed against my entrance, sliding through my wetness in torturous circles.
Then he claimed me in one powerful thrust.
The force knocked the breath from my lungs, my fingers twisting in the bedsheets as the initial burn transformed into devastating pleasure.
He filled me completely, stretching me beyond what I thought possible.
"So perfect for me," his voice rumbled against my ear, breath scorching my skin. "Like your body was designed to take mine."
