Throw him to the wolves

Natalia's POV

My legs were shaking, my voice was cracked and tears was falling from my eyes. I didn't know when we got here, but I was standing in front of one of the corners of the wall, and Aaron was behind me, fucking my senses away.

I could not count the number of times I had come today, and my body was already weak. I blamed myself for putting him up to the challenge, and now he was not letting me go. What more? Each time, I would tell myself that this would be the last, but anytime he touches me, and I feel the tingles from his touch, my traitorous body would give in.

This was absolute madness. It was as if I had provoked the wolf in him. We had done it at his table, on his chair, on the floor, while standing, and now, resting on wall. How come I had not passed out? Maybe it was because he devilishly gave me little breaks in between to catch my breath, just so he could continue.

He found his release inside of me again, and I followed shortly after. He then rested his head on my