"I should go, Ross, or my sisters will find out I fucked their fiancee," Diane murmured, her voice husky from exhaustion and pleasure.
She pushed herself up on shaky arms, her body still tingling from their earlier passion. The sight of the bloodstain on the bed barely registered—she felt no sorrow in losing her virginity.
If anything, she felt exhilarated.
She had expected pain, maybe even regret, but instead, all she felt was satisfaction.
The experience had been far beyond what she had imagined, so intense that she doubted any other man could ever compare.
Ross wasn't just skilled—he was a force of nature, relentless yet intoxicatingly tender. And then there was his sheer size.
It had stretched her to her limits, pushing her into sensations she hadn't known were possible.
Even now, just thinking about how he had taken her—deep, hard, and utterly dominating—made warmth coil in her belly once more.