Syria’s POVHis lips crashed into mine without warning, and everything happened so fast. One moment we were just kissing, and the next, we were tangled on the bed. My mind blurred as he hovered over me, his body pressing against mine with growing hunger.“Ah—shit, please… faster… harder,” I gasped, unable to control the words leaving my mouth.My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as his movements became more urgent. I held on tight, desperate for something to hold myself. Every thrust sent a jolt through me. I could feel everything. His heat, the weight of his body, the sheer intensity behind every force. My senses were on fire.“You're so fucking tight,” he muttered through gritted teeth, his breath hot against my ear.He kissed me deeply, his lips trailing along my jawline as his hands groped my breasts, rough but hungry. I was losing myself. My breath hitched. My mind went blank. It was like my body no longer belonged to me. It belonged to the way he touched me, to the
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