The sound of their skin slapping, whereas her soft moans and whimpers of pleasure were echoing against the walls of that room. Her arms were tightly holding onto him, like the moment he was going to slip from her embrace, her life was going to slip from her arms.
Cyra heard him growling in her ear as he clenched her warm walls around him. This made her hug him more tightly.
He slightly pulled back to look at her face where he saw those tears shimmering in her eyes. Her face had flushed. Even her anger had forced her to submit her to him.
Even her own feelings favoured him more than they favoured her.
He stopped moving to grab her legs.
“So you hate me, amor?” His question glistened up her eyes, while feeling him wrapping her naked legs around his waist more tightly.
“Yes, I hate you
