And yet, f**k, every instinct in me screamed to ruin her. To sink to the very root and brand her forever.
Her moan was ragged, desperate, her hips pressing back against me like she wanted exactly that.
I clenched my jaw, holding her in place by the waist. “Not yet,” I ground out, sweat slicking my temples.
But control was slipping.
With a curse, I pulled back, then drove into her again. Harder. Deeper. The sound that ripped from her throat was pure ecstasy.
Her walls milked me, squeezing so tight I nearly lost it right there. My hands gripped her hips harder, bruising, keeping her pinned while I set a punishing rhythm.
“f**k,” I groaned, head thrown back. “You’re punishing me, Emilia.”
Her answering cry made my c**k throb painfully inside her.
I slammed into her again, faster, each
