MALRIK'S POINT OF VIEW
Her moans echoed against the glass, mixing with the crash of the waves below. Every sound she made me closer to my madness. My hands gripped her thighs, I lifted her higher against me and her back was pressed hard against the cold surface of the glass wall.
“Malrik…” she whimpered, her lips brushing my ear. “Please… don’t stop.”
“Put*, I’m not stopping,” I growled.
My thrust becomes harder and harder with every second that passes. “Kahit anong mangyari, I’ll never f_ck*ng stop, not until you pass out."
Her legs wrapped tighter around me and it locked me in place. I could feel it, every time her body trembles against mine, every shiver, every gasp. My lips claimed hers again, and this time it was rough, hungry, until her whimper turned into a desperate mo*n lik
