Sophia’s POV

My body is ablaze like never before. My arms squeeze tight around his neck. The thumping in my middle pushes soft gasps out of my parted lips.

“Soph. No…” he breathes shakily against my hair, digging his fingers into my hips, as if to stop me, as if to pull me away from him, but they simply keep digging, and I keep going, dying and waking up from the size, the hardness, the feel… I don’t know which kills me. My body recalls that I felt it—the first day we kissed, in ...