WARNING: This chapter contains mature sexual content not suitable for young readers. Discretion is advised.
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Augh! Uhh... ahh! P-Psikh! Uhh!"
Aello's cries filled the room, mixing with the slap of their bodies meeting and the rattle of the handcuff chain-now free from the headboard, still clamped tight around her wrist.
She clung to him, arms wrapped firm around his waist as they moved together. Nearly three hours had passed, every position they could manage tried and repeated, but it still wasn't enough for him. Her body was spent, hypersensitive from endless thrusts-she'd come so many times she thought there was nothing left to give. Yet still he kept going.
