"AHHHHHHH!"
The scream tore from Helena's throat, raw and agonizing, shattering the heavy silence of the dining room.
Pain.
That was all there was. A blinding, searing fire that split her in two.
He hadn't been gentle. He hadn't eased in. He had driven that massive, unforgiving length of him straight to her cervix in one violent, claiming stroke. It felt like he had impaled her on a stake. Her body seized, every muscle locking up in a desperate attempt to reject the invasion.
"Alex!" she sobbed, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the table edge, eyes squeezed shut against the sudden tears.
"It hurts! Stop! Please... God... it hurts!"
She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. She felt torn open, stretched beyond her limit, filled to a terrifying capacity.
Then, the movement stopped.
Alex held perfectly still, burying himself deep inside her tight, trembling sheath. He didn't pull out. He didn't apologize.
