Thirty Two

Thirty-two

Nadazhda squinted her eyes opened a little and released a small yawn as she trailed her hand to Zaccheus's side only to find it empty. She raised a brow in surprise; where was he? She wondered. She wrapped the blanket around her naked body and touched his side again, only for him or someone to swat her hand away. Yet touched his side again and received a swat again.

"He has gone out. No need of squinting your eyes," she sat abruptly when she heard Rina's melodious voice.

"What...are you...d..." her voice was slightly hoarse and scratchy from screaming earlier. Her face warmed up when she remembered what had happened in the shower. She didn't even remember when she passed out. She knew her hair would have to be tangled like a bird's nest.

It was hot how he held her hair in his fist, pounding into her.

Holy cocoa of chocolate!

Or how he slammed her back to the wall as he thrust into her ruthlessly.

Or the sound of slapping skins.

With pinching and teasing.

The sound of