SEX AND SINS: The Alpha's Forbidden Claim
All I care about is her heat, her voice, the unholy way her body strangles mine, pulling me further into madness.
Our groans, our shivers, the relentless percussion of flesh to flesh—they echo, fill the entire restroom until the walls themselves feel like they’re vibrating with us, until the space becomes nothing but a cocoon of sound and frenzy.
“Ohhh—ahhh—fuck, oh God, Damien!”
Her moans are feral, desperate, clawing at the air. I slam faster, pounding into her with no intention of stopping, not tonight, not ever. The sweat dripping down my spine burns like acid, her nails dig into me, and still it isn’t enough.