Syria’s POV
"Oh! Oh!"
I couldn’t hold back the sounds spilling from my lips—moans tumbling out with every deep, relentless thrust of his hips. He moved with an urgency that stole my breath, each stroke rougher, faster, as if he was chasing something only our bodies could give.
My fingers gripped the sheets beneath me, desperate for something to anchor me while pleasure rippled through me.
His hand slid up my torso, his fingers grazing my sensitive skin before cupping one of my breasts firmly.
He squeezed, the pressure making me arch into his touch, craving more.
Then his palm slapped it, a sharp sting followed by a rush of heat that only made me moan louder. He did it again. And again. Each time, it sent a jolt through my body, a mix of pain and pleasure that had my thighs trembli
