Siena was more sober now — but intoxicated by him, by his touch, his dominance, his sinful seduction.
“Yes… yes… yes! Just f**k me!” she cried, her voice raw and trembling, no longer aware of how desperate or vulnerable she sounded.
“Gladly, mia mogliettina,” he rasped, his tone darker, thicker, dripping with possessive satisfaction. He moved to her other breast, devouring it with the same ferocity — sucking, biting, worshipping — while his fingers continued their ruthless assault.
Each thrust was deeper, rougher, driving her closer to the edge. Her slick heat clung to him, dripping with need as the pressure coiled tighter inside her. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, trembling violently, ready to explode in his hands.
Just when she thought she could no longer bear it, Cristian
