The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the bedside lamp, casting flickering shadows along the walls. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, heavy with anticipation, the tension strung tight between them. König had her pinned beneath him, his massive body caging her in, one thick, muscled thigh spreading hers wider as he loomed over her.

His hood was still on as he peered down at her—of course it was. That was non-negotiable. But everything else? Stripped away, revealing the powerful stretch of muscle beneath pale, scarred skin. He was massive in every sense, his thighs alone dwarfing hers, his sheer presence overwhelming in the best way.

"Schatz... you feel so fucking good," he murmured, his voice rough and thick with restrained hunger. His breath was hot against her ear, his broad hands holding her hips steady as he pressed the thick, leaking head of his cock against her entrance. "So wet for me already."

She was soaked, her slick coating him as he teased her, rubbing the swollen tip up and down her slit firmly, feeling her shudder every time he nudged against her clit. He was already throbbing and aching, but he wasn't going to rush. No—this was going to be slow. Painfully slow.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice almost mocking, his grip tightening as he shifted his hips, pressing just the tip inside. The stretch felt as obscene as it looked—his cock was too thick, too big, and he could feel her body struggling to take even the first inch. His eyes darkened with satisfaction as he watched her squirm, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she adjusted around him. "You can barely take even that much."