Freya Astrid's POV
Love Confessions
He fits me so perfectly, it’s as if our bodies were forged for each other by the gods themselves. Every touch, every thrust feels predestined, a dance as old as the stars. But our moment is broken by the shrill ringing of Lucian’s phone, slicing through the haze of heat and desire. He doesn’t stop, his movements relentless, the rhythm unyielding as he reaches for the phone, pressing a finger to his lips. A silent command: stay quiet.
“Hello? Yeah, we’re on our way. Ja, ... ja. Alt er i orden, hun er ikke skadet.” [Yes, everything is fine, she’s not hurt.] He said through the cell phone without breaking the connection between us. Even though he stopped moving, but he still had his d**k deep inside me.
The tension in me tightens, threatening to snap. G
