Chapter 4
Luna’s POV
I took a few sips of water from the bottle he handed me, my hands still shaky and my thighs sticky with sweat.
The panic room felt even smaller now, the air thick with the smell of our bodies and the tension that kept building between us.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked at him, trying to steady my breathing.
My p***y was still throbbing from all the touches during the last round, my n*****s tight and sensitive against the damp tank top.
“Alright, break’s over,” I said, setting the bottle down. “What now? More holding positions until my legs give out
completely? You look way too satisfied with yourself right now.”
Ronan stepped closer, his eyes dark and focused. “Back into position. Deep plie again, wide stance, sink low and hold.
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