FORSYTHIA’S POV
Mak tightened his grip on my hips. My body was pulled upward, stretched to its absolute limit as he thrust deep inside me. The oncoming orgasm left my body so paralyzed that I could hardly breathe.
A rush of warm liquid spread deep within. Mak exhaled a low, heavy breath as he lowered my body back down gently, pressing a wet kiss against my lips.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, tracing the scars I had left on his skin the night before. The sensation was deeply satisfying.
“How do you feel?” he whispered.
“Mmh, wonderful,” I replied.
Sunlight flooded my room, illuminating the tangled mess of Mak’s clothes and mine scattered together. Last night had been sheer madness.
With just a single phrase, my entire world had been consumed by desire, lust, and Mak’s scent
