"Finnick Shadowclaw. You just promised me that you wouldn't rip."
Fin didn't respond, his lips back on her mark while he pulled down his pants.
Before she could say anything else, he was pressed against her entrance, hot and thick. In one brutal thrust, he pushed inside her, then started pumping his hips, like he couldn't wait a second longer.
She gasped, having not expected it to happen that quickly or that hard. That was a new one. The stretch was overwhelming, immediately burning her. For a second, she lay there, just taking it because it was too much.
Her back arched off the bed and her fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. He was so deep it registered in her chest. Her thighs tensed around his hips. Every muscle in her core locked. The fullness was staggering, the kind that made her body fight between pulling him closer and pushing him back, and before she could decide, he was already moving.
