Olivia Westview
James’s eyes locked onto mine as he positioned himself at my entrance, his expression a mix of raw hunger and something deeper, something that made my breath catch. He paused for just a moment, as if giving me a chance to stop this, to change my mind. But there was no hesitation left in me, no room for second thoughts. I needed him, all of him, and the only thing that mattered was closing the unbearable distance between us.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire, my fingers clutching at his shoulders, urging him closer.
That single word was all it took. With a slow, deliberate motion, James began to push inside me, inch by inch, filling me in a way that made my breath hitch and my body tense with the sheer intensity of it. The stretch was almost too much, my
