I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me again, but this time there was no softness, no slow teasing—just raw, urgent need. His hands grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, and I gasped at the sudden roughness, the way he claimed control without a word.His lips attacked mine immediately, pressing hard, demanding, and I moaned, pushing into him, feeling the sharp edge of his hunger. My back arched off the bed instinctively as his hands roamed over me, rougher this time, gripping my hips, cupping my breasts with a force that made me shiver. Every stroke, every touch, was sharper, more insistent, and I couldn’t get enough.He shifted, sliding inside me with one long, deep thrust that stole my breath. I cried out, legs wrapping instinctively around him, trying to pull him closer, needing every inch. He didn’t let me move much, instead holding me down, driving into me with a rhythm that was merciless, urgent, and perfect. My nails dug into his back as he slammed in
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