Meryl's POV
Even after claiming me completely, even after leaving my body shattered and trembling beneath his weight, Andre remained still. He stayed buried deep inside me, his full presence pinning me down, his ragged breathing scorching against my neck.
His palm traced up my thigh with deliberate slowness, caressing the quivering flesh as though marking his territory once more.
"Think we're finished?" he whispered harshly against my ear, his words sending violent tremors through my spine. "Think you can fall apart for me like that and I'll simply let you go?"
A whimper escaped my lips, but his fingers gripped my jaw forcefully, turning my face toward his.
"Look at me," he demanded, his tone merciless.
I complied, gazing up at him through the haze of tears and perspiration.
His stare was fierce, consuming.
"Perfect," he murmured, his thumb brushing across my lower lip slowly. "Destroyed. Broken. Just the way I want you."
