Sofia

The scream died in my throat, replaced by a ragged, gasping sob. The pain was absolutely sharp, a tearing fire that radiated from my center outward, consuming me. I felt full, too full. I felt split open, invaded in the most primal way possible.

"Breathe," Luca commanded, he held my hips in a grip, pinning me against the glass, refusing to let me squirm away from the invasion. "Don't fight it, accept it."

"It hurts," I whimpered, tears mixing with the shower water streaming down my ...