Patricia's body still quaked with aftershocks, a trembling ruin sprawled across the sectional, limbs heavy as if forged from molten lead. Her pussy, swollen to a raw, glistening crimson, lips parted and pulsing, throbbed with the ghost of her climax, slick and sensitive, each faint breeze a torturous caress. Her throat was shredded, voice reduced to a rasp of broken glass, but a deeper, ravenous hunger clawed at her core.

Twenty-three years of invisibility, of cold, mechanical thrusts from a man who saw someone else, had left her starving. She needed to be claimed, body and soul, seen.

Eros prowled up her body, slow and deliberate, his lips brushing reverent kisses across her stomach, between her bruised, swollen breasts, along the dark, blooming welts on her throat, each touch a spark that reignited her nerves. The contrast of his tenderness against his earlier ferocity sent shivers racing across her skin, her nipples tightening painfully, her pussy clenching with a fresh, desperate ache.

He cupped her jaw, his gaze piercing her tear-glazed eyes, voice a low, velvet thrum that vibrated through her chest.

"Patricia. That was just your pussy. One part of you. But I want all of you. To be inside you. To feel you wrapped around my cock. To make love to you until you know how much you matter." His thumb stroked her cheek, warm and grounding. "Will you let me?"

Words were impossible, her throat a raw wound. She nodded frantically, eyes wide, a silent, fervent yes, God, please. Someone was asking. Someone saw her.

"I need to hear it," he insisted, soft but unyielding. "Even a whisper. Even if it hurts. Tell me you want this."

She swallowed, pain lancing her throat, and forced out a bare, broken rasp: "Yes. Please. I need you inside me. Please."

Eros smiled, a radiant, genuine warmth that banished his earlier ferocity, a god bestowing grace. "Thank you for trusting me."

He rose from the sectional, and Patricia's breath hitched as he undressed. His shirt peeled away, revealing broad shoulders carved for conquest, a chest and abs of living marble, an eight-pack etched in sharp, shadowed ridges, V-lines slicing down to promise salvation.

The air grew heavier, charged with his dark, honeyed scent, her pussy flooding anew, slick pooling beneath her.

His belt slid free with a slow, deliberate hiss, the sound a whip-crack in the hushed room. The zipper's rasp sent a shiver down her spine, and he hooked his thumbs into his pants and briefs, pushing them down in one fluid motion.

His cock sprang free, and Patricia's world tilted.

Holy. Fuck.

It was massive, nine, maybe ten inches of rigid, unyielding flesh, girth so obscene her fingers would never close around it, thicker than her wrist, a pillar of raw power. The shaft stood proud, straight with a slight upward curve, thick veins pulsing visibly with his heartbeat, raised and throbbing. The head flared wider, flushed a deep, angry red, glistening with a heavy bead of precum that dripped from the slit, the scent of it sharp and intoxicating. Her pussy clenched hard, a reflexive spasm of want and terror, slick gushing in anticipation, the stretch already a phantom burn in her mind.

Eros knelt beside her, his presence a tidal force. "Look at me," he said, voice soft but commanding. She dragged her gaze from his cock to his eyes. "You're wondering how it'll fit. You're scared it'll hurt."

She nodded, the fear a live wire in her veins, her clit throbbing in sync with her racing pulse.

"I won't hurt you," he vowed, voice firm yet tender. "It'll be an intense stretch, but I'll go slow. Make you ready. My cock will fit you perfectly. I promise."

"Do you trust me?" His gaze bored into her soul, stripping her bare.

She nodded, instant and absolute, her pussy pulsing with need, her skin prickling with the weight of his promise.

"Good girl," he murmured, kissing her forehead, the touch a balm. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the vast bed, laying her on silk sheets that sighed against her marked skin.

He settled between her spread thighs, his cock bobbing heavily, the flared head brushing her inner thigh, leaving a searing streak of precum that burned like liquid fire, her nerves screaming with anticipation, her pussy clenching, dripping, ready to be claimed.

Patricia lay trembling on the silk sheets, her body a quivering altar of need, her pussy a swollen, glistening shrine, lips splayed wide, flushed a raw, pulsating scarlet, clit a throbbing, hypersensitive jewel, slick gushing in slow, viscous rivulets, pooling beneath her ass, the scent of her arousal a heady, musky bloom that saturated the air.

Eros loomed between her spread thighs, his cock a towering, veined monolith, nine inches of iron-hard flesh, girth so obscene it eclipsed the light, flared head slick with precum, pulsing with a primal heartbeat that echoed in her bones. The room thrummed with his dark, honeyed scent, a narcotic haze that flooded her lungs, her skin prickling as if licked by invisible flames, every nerve screaming in anticipation.

He leaned over her, one hand caging her head, the other guiding his cock, the flushed, angry-red crown grazing her inner thigh, leaving a searing, liquid trail of precum that burned like molten silk, drawing a sharp gasp from her ruined throat.

His eyes locked with hers, voice a low, reverent snarl that vibrated through her core.

"Breathe, Patricia. Feel me. Trust me."

She nodded, frantic, her pussy clenching violently, a fresh torrent of slick flooding her folds, the wet heat dripping audibly onto the sheets.

He notched the thick, glistening head against her entrance, her lips parting greedily, swollen folds trembling as they kissed the slick crown. The contact was a lightning strike, her nerves detonating, a raw, guttural moan ripping from her shredded throat, her clit pulsing in frantic sync.

He pressed forward—agonizingly slow—the flared head stretching her open, her pussy lips splaying obscenely wide, pink inner walls flashing like wet neon, yielding to his impossible girth with a wet, desperate schlick.

Her cunt ignited, a scalding, exquisite burn as her walls parted, every nerve shrieking with the overwhelming stretch, pleasure and pain twisting into a single, blinding thread. Her vision fractured, stars bursting behind her eyes, the air thick with the wet, musky scent of her own need.

He paused, just the head buried, her entrance clamped like a molten vice, squelching softly, slick glazing his crown in a glossy, creamy sheen.

"Fuck, you're tight," he growled, voice ragged with restraint, his cock throbbing inside her, her walls spasming in frantic, milking pulses. Her skin burned, every touch amplified, the silk sheets a torment against her hypersensitive back.

She whimpered, hips jerking, her pussy fluttering wildly, inner muscles desperate to drag him deeper, slick flooding around him, dripping in hot, sticky streams. He pushed further, inch by brutal inch, her walls stretching to their absolute limit, veins dragging over her raw nerves, each ridge a molten spark that seared her from within.

Her pussy gushed uncontrollably, slick coating his shaft, splattering his balls, the wet, obscene sounds of her cunt taking him filling the room like a filthy hymn.

The stretch was cataclysmic, her cunt reshaping around him, pink folds stretched translucent, clenching and releasing in a frenetic rhythm, her clit screaming with every pulse. Halfway in, he froze, his cock pulsing like a heartbeat, her walls convulsing in a frenzy, the burn transmuting into a deep, soul-shattering fullness that made her sob.

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