“Blackwell,” she cried. One of his hands splayed across her stomach while the other rested on her hip, helping keep her steady as he pulled all the way back out to the tip and then slammed forward once more. Soon he was pumping into her with a steady rhythm and her head lulled back against his shoulder as she enjoyed the sensation of him filling her so completely. “Ophelia,” he grunted. “Fuck, angel, I never want to be anywhere else but right here. Inside you.”
