Antonioni’s POV She was still trembling.Soft, quiet tremors, like the aftershock of something sacred and savage.Her body lay limp across mine, pliant, exhausted… spent.My cock still inside her, buried to the base, where it belonged.The heat of her walls clinging to me, pulsing faintly with echoes of our last climax. Her back rose and fell with shallow breaths, every exhale brushing against my chest like a prayer I didn’t deserve.But I stayed still. And watched. And listened.To the silence after the storm. To the stillness that followed my kind of love, bruising, breaking, binding.I’d fucked her like a man starved. Like someone trying to rid himself of all restraint.And she… took all of me. Every inch. Every order. Every damn stroke.She was everything I didn't know I needed.Yet I’d always known this part of me, this monster.The one who liked it dark. Controlled. Ruthless.The one who loved cuffs, blindfolds, belts. Not just for the act, but for what it meant.Control. Posse
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