For a moment, the world ceased to exist. There was only the feeling of being so completely, so utterly full.
Jax remained buried to the hilt inside her, his massive cock a hot, heavy, pulsing presence that seemed to touch every part of her at once.
He let her adjust, let her feel the sheer, overwhelming reality of his possession.
He could feel her inner muscles fluttering and clenching around him, a desperate, instinctual reaction to the invasion, a silent, frantic attempt to accommodate his impossible size.
Orianna's mind was a blank, white canvas of pure sensation. She could feel every single vein on his thick shaft, every ridge and contour of his flared head.
He was a part of her now, a hot, living, breathing entity that had claimed her most intimate space.
Her prismatic eyes were wide, unseeing, her lips parted in a silent, continuous gasp. She had never felt anything like this.
