Anna POV
Dorian started to move, deep, rolling thrusts that dragged his c**k along every sensitive inch inside me. The room filled with the wet sounds of our bodies meeting—skin slapping skin, the slick glide of him f*****g into my p***y. I met his rhythm, tilting my hips up to take him deeper, my nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks. He liked that. Liked the proof that I was his, even as I silently counted the ways I would leave him.
"f**k, Anna... so tight," he growled, picking up speed. His hand gripped my thigh, spreading me wider as he drove into me harder. Each thrust jolted pleasure through me, building that electric pressure. I clenched around him deliberately, milking his c**k with my inner walls, and he cursed, burying his face in my neck. His teeth grazed the
