Page 173 of Beautifully Scarred Omega

“More,” she whispers. “I can take more.”

I push deeper, watching us in the mirror as her body takes more of me. I can see my cock disappearing into her in the reflection, stretching her wide, and the sight of it nearly ends me.

I bottom out and we both go still.

“Ethan.” Her voice is wrecked. “I can feel you everywhere.”

“I know, sweet girl.” I lean forward and press my lips between her shoulder blades. My cock is buried so deep inside her that I can feel her heartbeat around me. “You took all of me.”

I kiss her neck, my mouth open and hot on her skin, and my hands slide around to cup her breasts, the weight of them filling my palms, her nipples hard beneath my fingers. I roll them gently and she moans and pushes back into me, taking me even deeper. I turn her face toward me and kiss her—slow, deep, tasting her from behind, my tongue sliding over hers while my cock pulses inside her.

“Fuck, Sophie,” I growl against her mouth. “Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight. You take me so fucking well.”

I lean back and grip her hips with both hands, and I start to move. Slow, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out so she can feel the girth of my head stretching her open again with each thrust, and the wet, obscene sounds of her pussy gripping my cock fill the bathroom alongside the sloshing water and her cries.

“Harder,” she begs. “Ethan, please, harder⁠—”

I drive into her, deeper, harder, and the sound she makes ricochets off the tile. I watch us in the mirror, her body moving with mine, her face flushed and wrecked with pleasure.

“Look at the mirror, Sophie.” My voice is barely steady. “Watch. Watch what I’m doing to you.”

Her eyes lift to our reflection and widen. She moans as my cock slides in and out of her, thick and slick, stretching her wide with every thrust.

“That’s it. You see how well you take me? You see how perfect you look with my cock inside you?”

“Ethan—oh God—I can’t⁠—”

“You can. Keep watching.”

“You feel so good around my cock, sweet girl,” I growl, and my voice sounds nothing like mine. “So tight. So wet. Taking all of me so fucking well.”

“Don’t stop, Ethan.” Her voice breaks. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I won’t, sweet girl.” I lean forward, my chest against her back, my mouth at her ear. “I’ve got you. You’re ours.”

“Yours,” she cries. “I’m yours, Ethan, I’m yours⁠—”

I feel my knot start to swell, stretching her wider until she cries out, her walls clamping around it as it locks us together. Sophie comes the moment it settles inside her, her whole body seizing around me, her pussy tightening around my knot in rhythmic waves that pull my own orgasm out of me so hard my vision blacks out.

I come inside her with a groan that doesn’t sound human, my hands tightening on her hips, and I can feel every pulse of my knot flooding her with warmth while her body clenches around me, taking everything I have.

“You’re safe,” I whisper against her skin, my arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her back to my chest while we’re still locked together. “You’re with me. Breathe, sweet girl.”

I lower us back into the water carefully, keeping her in my lap, my knot still swollen inside her. She’s trembling. Her head falls back onto my shoulder, her eyes half-closed, looking thoroughly satiated.

“Ethan,” she whispers.

“Mm.”

“I can feel your heartbeat inside me.”

I press my lips to her temple. She’s right. I can feel hers too—around my knot, a steady pulse that matches mine. The intimacy of it, two people locked together with their heartbeats synchronized, makes my throat close.

“I can feel yours too.”

She turns her head and looks up at me, her green eyes wet and bright. “No scientific explanation?”

There’s probably a scientific explanation for it.