“Just look at how pretty you are,” Kieran murmured, his voice low and husky. His blue eyes had darkened, nearly black, as his veiny hand gripped her jaw, forcing her to face the mirror. He didn’t stop thrusting, each movement sharp and deep, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
Genesis was a mess—red-cheeked, eyes glassy with tears, her body slick with sweat. Fifteen minutes of relentless pleasure had her trembling, her green eyes unfocused, her entire body thrumming with tension.
“So f*****g pretty,” he growled, leaning down to bite the curve of her neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Genesis shuddered, her body jolting with each brutal, precise thrust slamming into her g-spot.
He hit it again. And again. Until there was nothing left in her head but heat and ecstasy
