Dominic began to thrust—slow, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. Aria met him with every movement, her nails digging into his back. The pace stayed measured at first, both of them savoring the connection after days of tension. Then Dominic’s control began to fray. His thrusts grew harder, faster, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.
Aria moaned with every stroke. “Harder—please—Master—”
Dominic braced himself on one forearm and drove into her with more force, his free hand finding her breast again. He pinched her n****e between his fingers, rolling it, tugging just enough to make her cry out. He lowered his head and sucked the other n****e into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while he f****d her.
Aria’s head thrashed on the pillow.
