Fifty Shades Of Lovia
“Sha—shane, please calm down.“ I whimpered with a shaky breath.
He looked me in the eye and gave me a faint smile before thrusting even harder and faster. Each thrust hit deep on point.
The world narrowed to heat, skin, and the sharp rhythm of him claiming me against the marble counter.
The sound of our breathing mingling with the faint hum of the city beyond the glass walls.
When it ended, my hair was a mess, my shirt was half-open, and my legs were trembling against his hips. He kissed me once, slow and deep, like sealing a promise.
“Now,” he said, smirking as he pulled away, “let’s go make Marco beg.”
“Be my guest, you nonchalant doctor.“ I muttered with smile.
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