Beneath The Mask
I groan, pushing back against him without thinking, chasing that pleasure.
Prince’s chuckle is dark, almost triumphant. “Eager now, aren’t we?”
He picks up the pace, thrusting deeper. Each movement sends shocks of pleasure through me, unraveling the tension I didn’t even know I was holding. My fingers claw at the sheets, the intensity of it all threatening to overwhelm me.
“Tell me how it feels,” Prince demands, his voice thick with desire.
“Good,” I pant, barely able to form words. “So good.”
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