JAHAIZAH'S POINT OF VIEW
The sheets beneath me were already a mess, damp with sweat and heat, but Malrik showed no mercy. His body moved against mine with an aggression that made my whole being shake.
“Put*ngina, Jahaizah…” his voice was guttural, each word grinding out between clenched teeth. “I can’t get enough of you.”
"A~~~hhh…” I monedd.
He pinned my wrists above my head with his one hand, his other gripping my hip so tight, at alam kong magkakaroon iyon ng marka bukas.
His mouth captured mine again, a brutal, devouring k*ss, his tongue thr*sting as mercilessly as his hips.
I cried into his lips, my body arching against him, every thr*st making me gasp. “Ahhh—God, Malrik—h-harder!”
He growled low in his chest, slamming deeper, his rhythm rough and unforgiving. “You want it ha
