Nicklaus’s thumb stilled against Rosa’s c**t, the rough pad of his finger pressing just enough to make her whimper, but no longer circling with that cruel, relentless precision.
His breath hitched, the air thick with the scent of her- sweet, musky, his and something inside him fractured.
The weight of his mission, the cold certainty of what he was supposed to do, dissolved under the heat of her skin, the way her body arched into his touch even now, trembling and spent.
His c**k ached, straining against his slacks, but it wasn’t just lust anymore. It was something sharper, something that clawed at his ribs from the inside.
His other hand, still cupping the weight of her breast, flexed once before he forced himself to pull back. The loss of contact made her whine, a soft, broken sound t
