He had snapped.
There was no patience, no teasing, no restraint. Vivian barely had a second to catch her breath before he was on her, ripping his belt open, shoving his pants down, gripping her hips, and dragging her exactly where he wanted her.
She gasped, back arching, nails digging into his forearms as he lined himself up, hot, thick, f*****g aching.
“You want it?”
Vivian nodded frantically, panting, trembling. “Yes! f**k, yes!”
Too late. He was already inside her. No hesitation. No waiting. No mercy.
Just one brutal, punishing thrust, deep, raw, stretching her open, shoving every f*****g inch of him inside. Vivian choked, sobbed, whimpered, her body convulsing as he split her apart.
Christopher groaned, low, deep, filthy, wrecked, his fingers digging into her hips, forcing her
