Storm-Staria's POV
The memory of what happened between Azanlin and me was still fresh in my mind. The s*x we had wasn't just physical—it was wild, intense, and driven by something deeper. We started off slow, with him entering me gently, but that gentleness didn't last. Soon, he turned into a beast, flipping me over, pushing me to limits I never imagined I could handle. He didn't just want my body—he wanted complete control.
He didn't stop at one round. He spun me around, mounted me again, and again, until I lost count. And just when I thought he was done, he pulled me back, whispering something about trying more.
"Let me take you in a different way," he'd said, voice low and commanding.
That moment was hard to forget. He pushed inside me from behind, and the pain was sharp,
