Chapter 70 The Virgin Offering Ii

• She couldn’t move.
• The knot inside her pulsed thick and deep, stretching her open, locking them together so tight her legs trembled with the strain. His cock was still throbbing, still leaking heat inside her, thick and slow like molten honey dripping straight into her womb. Her stomach felt full—too full—and the stone slab beneath her hips was wet with everything he’d pumped into her.
• And he was still inside her. Still hard.