"Say it," Sol demanded, slowing the pace for a agonizing second, circling his hips to grind against her cervix. "Tell me how it feels."
"It feels..." Isylia choked, her eyes flying open. They were wild, dilated, the solar swirls spinning frantically. "It feels... full. Too full. I am... stretching. I am burning."
"Do you hate it?" Sol asked, driving back in with a sudden, violent thrust.
"Yes!" she shrieked, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I hate it! I hate you! Do it again!"
Sol grinned, a dark, feral expression. "As you command."
Sol growled, a guttural sound of approval. He leaned down, pressing his chest against her breasts. The friction of his hair against her sensitive, swollen nipples sent fresh waves of shock through her. He captured her mouth in a messy, bruising kiss, drinking her screams, as he increased his pace further. forcing her to taste her own arousal on his tongue.
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