The aftershocks still trembled through her, her body boneless against my chest, sweat cooling on her skin. But the fire in my blood wasn't sated. It was a roaring beast, and the first climax had only whet its appetite. My hands, still gripping her waist, tightened, the promise of bruises already blooming under my fingers.
Mine. Every inch. Every cry. Every shuddering orgasm. And I wasn't done. I was just getting started.
In one fluid, powerful movement, I hauled her off my lap. She cried out, a startled yelp, her legs like liquid as I spun her with brutal force. "Hands on the bed," I growled, the command raw, urgent, leaving no room for dissent. "Now."
She scrambled, palms slapping flat against the mattress, bending forward at the waist, spine arched in a beautiful, vulnerable curve. That perfect, medium ass was lifted high towards me – an offering I was going to ravage.
