Azura's POV
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"Fuck… Rhydor…"
He leaned down over my back, his chest pressing firm against my spine, his hot breath brushing right against my ear.
"Listen to that, Pumpkin," he murmured, his voice low and dark. "So wet it's dripping down my dick. You feel how deep I am?"
I couldn't form words. I just nodded, letting out another broken sound as he gave a slow, deliberate grind of his hips that hit every sensitive nerve inside me.
"Use your words, Azura."
"Yes," I gasped, pressing my forehead against the smooth wood. "So deep… please don't stop."
A low, teasing chuckle vibrated against my back as he intentionally slowed his pace. He drew back out agonizingly slowly, letting me feel every single second of it, before burying himself back inside.
The slow friction sent a shiver straight down my spine, my body clenching around him instinctively.
"Please," I begged, my voice trembling. "Harder. I need it harder."
