You Like Been Eaten, Bambina?

Elena's Point Of View I couldn't breathe. He slid a second finger in… slow and deep, then added a third. My body jerked, a strangled moan tearing from my throat as I clenched around the sudden fullness. “Fuck,” he rasped, eyes burning into mine. “Look how tight you are. Just my fingers and you’re already struggling to take it.” He began to move… slow at first, dragging his fingers out almost completely before thrusting them back in with purpose. My hips lifted, chasing the friction, shameless, hungry. Then he twisted his wrist, fingers curling just right… right there, and I screamed, hands flying to grip his forearms, thighs trembling around his hand. “You feel that?” he murmured against my throat, teeth grazing. “That’s me breaking you open. Stretching you. Fucking you with my fingers like you deserve.” I gasped, but it wasn’t air I needed, it was him. It was more. Deeper. Harder. And he gave it to me. His strokes turned brutal, relentless, wet sounds echoing in the air as his palm sl