Chapter 16

Syria’s POV

"Oh! Oh!"

I couldn’t hold back the sounds spilling from my lips—moans tumbling out with every deep, relentless thrust of his hips. He moved with an urgency that stole my breath, each stroke rougher, faster, as if he was chasing something only our bodies could give.

My fingers gripped the sheets beneath me, desperate for something to anchor me while pleasure rippled through me.

His hand slid up my torso, his fingers grazing my sensitive skin before cupping one of my breasts firmly.