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I needed no more invitation than that. With one swift motion, I thrust deep inside her.

A gasp tore from her lips as I filled her.

Her heat enveloped me, and I had to fight against the urge to come undone right then.

She was even tighter than usual, the echo of her recent release making every stroke an exquisite torture.

I pulled back slowly, savoring the drag of her walls against me, then plunged in again.

Her body rocked with each thrust, and she clutched at the sheets as if they were the only thing keeping her anchored.

Her sounds were a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, each one driving me further into a frenzy.

“God, you feel incredible,” I groaned, eyes locked on hers. “How on earth can you be so tight?”

Her body was a furnace, an inferno that threatened to consume me whole.

Barbara moved in perfect sync with me, meeting each drive with her own fervent push.

She raked her nails down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

The pain only spurred me on, intensifying my need to possess her completely.

I shifted my weight and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. Her eyes flew open, wide and burning with desire. She loved it when I took control, when I asserted my dominance over her. With her hands restrained and her body laid bare, she was utterly at my mercy—and I at hers.

“Harder,” she breathed, and I obliged without hesitation. I pistoned my hips with savage intensity, driving into her with a force that bordered on violent. Each collision sent shockwaves through her body, making her breasts bounce and her lips quiver.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my lower back as if to pull me even deeper. The bed frame groaned in protest, but we paid it no mind. The world outside could have crumbled, and we never would have noticed.

“Do you like that?” My voice was rough like gravel. “Do you like feeling me so deep inside you?”

She nodded frantically, eyes rolling back as another moan burst from her throat.

“I want to hear you.”

“Yes…yes, Victor. God, yes!”

I smirked at her response, feeling a surge of primal satisfaction. I moved my hips faster, each thrust deliberate and forceful, designed to coax those delicious cries from her and push her further into ecstasy.

“That’s it.” I leaned down so our foreheads nearly touched. “Let me hear you. Let the whole damn city hear what I do to you.”

She lolled her head back on the pillow, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. “I love it… I love it so much,” she gasped out. “Victor…oh God…please don’t stop.”

“Never,” I vowed, driving into her with renewed intensity.

Barbara arched beneath me, pushing against every thrust with desperate hunger.

Her breathing turned ragged, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of a storm-tossed sea.

She was beginning to tighten around me, the first signs of another climax building in her core.

Each stroke sent a jolt through her, like a current running along a frayed wire. She was close—so achingly close.

I didn’t slow. I couldn’t.

I was on the edge myself, teetering on the precipice of release. But I held back, determined to drive her over the cliff first, to watch her plummet into the abyss of pleasure. I wanted to see her shatter again, to feel her convulse around me.

“I’m going to make you explode again,” I growled, my voice thick with lust. “I want to feel you squeeze me so hard it hurts.”

Her only response was a whimper of pure need and helplessness. She was so close, teetering on the brink, just waiting for that final push.

I shifted my weight and ground my hips against hers, making small circles that rubbed against her most sensitive spot. Her head snapped back, and she let out a strangled cry. Her hands, still pinned above her head, clenched into tight fists.

“Do you feel that?”

Barbara’s lips parted, but no sound came out. She was beyond words. Beyond thoughts. Every nerve in her body was a live wire, every touch adding to the overload.

I ground against her harder. The friction was maddening, a tease that brought me perilously close to losing control. Her walls fluttered around me, a prelude to the crushing tightness that would come with her release.

“Let go, Barbara,” I commanded. “I want to feel every second of it. Don’t you dare hold back.”

Her body obeyed before her mind did, seizing around me, muscles contracting with a force that stole my breath.

A wail tore from her throat, raw and primal, as wave after wave of release crashed through her.

Each convulsion squeezed me brutally, and I fought to hold on, to prolong the exquisite torture of her pleasure.

She screamed my name, the sound echoing off the walls like a gunshot.

Her back arched, lifting her chest toward me as if offering herself up for more.

I watched her face as she came undone—the contorted features, the closed eyes and furrowed brows, open mouth gasping for air.

She was beautiful in her agony—an angel brought low by mortal desire.

“That’s it,” I murmured, my voice a rough whisper. “Take it all, Barbara. Take every bit of it.”

She opened her eyes, glazed and unfocused. She was lost in it, drowning in the sensations. But there was thankfulness in her gaze—thankful that I had driven her to this point, that I had given her what she craved.

I was drowning in her.

I could hold back no longer. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself as deep as I could go and let the tidal wave of my release crash over me.

A guttural roar tore from my chest as I exploded inside her, each spasm sending hot surges of ecstasy through my body.

I emptied myself into her, the warmth spreading between us.

She milked me with every contraction, squeezing out every last drop with a relentless grip. The intensity of it was almost too much to bear. It bordered on painful. My vision blurred, and for a moment, the room spun around us, a kaleidoscope of sweat-slicked skin and disheveled sheets.

I collapsed onto her, my weight pressing her into the mattress. Her hands slipped from my grasp, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, holding me close as we both struggled to catch our breath.

“Damn, woman,” I said, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, lips, neck, ear. “Where have you been all my life?”