SIGRID

I don’t want to seem so weak. We’ve already been together. So why do I feel so vulnerable in front of Silas in my original body?

I cling to him and let myself be carried away by all these new and thrilling sensations. His lips trail downward and capture my nipples.

I shudder from so many stimuli, the pain fading into mere discomfort with the constant friction of his cock.

I feel it throb and swell, pulsing hot. I’m starting to like it. My pussy yields and begins to enjoy being taken for the first time.

His hips start moving more vigorously—deep thrusts, faster, more passionate, rougher.

And there’s a spot… yes, oh yes, right there…

“Silas… my Silas… mmm,” my moans shift from pained to pleasured. Drops of blood mix with the milky fluids lubricating his thrusts.

Silas moves over me like a wolf in heat. He spreads my legs wide and grinds between my thighs.

He lifts himself slightly, and I see him panting and growling, pounding into me, staring at me obsessively, not even blinking