Ace’s POV
There was a distinct, exquisite agony in watching the woman you coveted writhe on the floor, absolutely drenched in her own arousal, while an invisible kinetic wall kept you firmly bolted to the doorframe.
The master bathroom was thick with the heavy, intoxicating scent of vanilla, ozone, and pure, unfiltered lust. Callie lay completely exposed on the dark Italian marble, her knees bent and spread wide, her delicate fingers buried to the hilt inside her swollen, dripping c*nt. She was shaking violently, her chest heaving with every ragged, desperate breath she took.
And she was suffering. Beautifully, perfectly suffering.
“Slower, little mouse,” Raiden growled. His massive hands gripped the splintered wood of the doorframe so hard I could hear the timber cracking under his cl
