Sabrina could only stare at him, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She looked from his dark, dominant eyes down to the massive, twitching beast of a cock that was currently bruising her entrance, and she realized with a sinking, exhilarating dread that her worries were meaningless.
The storm was coming, and it was going to be raw, it was going to be massive, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it.
The atmosphere in the bathroom had shifted from the frantic, chaotic energy of her orgasm to a heavy, suffocating tension that felt thick enough to drown in. The water in the tub swirled around them, warm and clouded, but the heat radiating from Mike's body was far more intense.
He was no longer just teasing her; he was preparing for the invasion.
