Viona's POV
"Sshhh… ahh… yes… there… harder, please… aahhh…" I moaned, completely undone as I lay on my side, one leg hooked over Rafael's shoulder while the other stayed between his thighs. He thrust into me in a breathless rhythm, deep and relentless.
"You like that, Nana?" Rafael asked between ragged breaths. His voice came out rough, low, too damn sexy, making my core pulse harder with need.
I was close.
"Aahh… yes… right there… ahhmm…"
My core throbbed, full and burning, my lifted leg already numb. My toes curled tight. Sweat slicked our bodies, heat building and clinging, mixing between us despite the cold winter air drifting in from the open balcony.
I couldn't think. I could only react, my moans breaking louder as Rafael buried himself deeper, hitting every right spot with a rigid, deliberate intensity, like he meant to break me.
And I wanted him to.
Break me. Ruin me. Anything, just enough to make me forget, even for a moment.
