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A Slow Surrender
- Prologue – Breath Beneath the Surface
The master bedroom was thick with the hush of forbidden hours. Moonlight slipped through half-drawn blinds, painting silver across the tangled sheets and the two bodies locked together in the center of the marital bed. She straddled him completely, her thick thighs spread wide over his narrow hips, the heavy, warm weight of her body pinning him down in the most exquisite way. Her full breasts rested against his lean chest, soft and heavy, nipples hardened into tight peaks that dragged across his skin with every slow roll of her hips.
His cock was buried deep inside her, enveloped in slick, pulsing heat. Each deliberate descent of her hips took him to the hilt, her inner walls gripping him with silky, rhythmic contractions that drew a choked groan from his throat. She was soaked — the obscene wetness of her arousal coating his shaft, his balls, and the tops of his thighs, the faint creamy ring of it visible where their bodies joined. The familiar vanilla-almond scent of her soap clung to her damp skin, now mixed with the raw musk of sex and sweat.
Her dark hair fell around them like a curtain as she leaned down, one hand braced beside his head, the other pressed firmly over his mouth. “Shh,” she breathed, her voice low and velvet-rough. “Look at me.”
His wide, guilty eyes met hers. The thin, raised surgical scar beneath her left breast brushed repeatedly against his sternum with every grind, a textured reminder of everything they were destroying and remaking. She rolled her hips again — slower this time, savoring the drag, letting her heavy breasts sway and press against him as she took him deeper. A fresh rush of her wetness spilled out around his cock, trickling down to soak the sheets beneath them.
He throbbed violently inside her, his lean body trembling beneath her fuller, softer one. His hands gripped the generous flesh of her ass, fingers sinking deep into the yielding warmth, pulling her down harder even as shame burned in his gaze. She smiled through the pleasure, dark eyes gleaming with both tenderness and possession, riding him with that same devastating control that had undone him from the very beginning.
The wet sounds of their joining filled the quiet room — the soft slap of her thick thighs meeting his hips, the…