The kiss, while intense, was merely a momentary anchor in the swirling vortex of sensation. As Mike pulled his lips away from hers, the air between them felt charged with a static electricity that made the fine hairs on Sabrina's arms stand up.
The brief moment of connection had only served to heighten the hunger; it had acted as a fuse, and now, the explosion was inevitable.
Mike's eyes were no longer just dark; they were predatory, glowing with a primal, triumphant light as he saw the total wreckage of her composure. He wasn't satisfied with just her mind; he wanted her entire being to vibrate with the force of his possession.
With a sudden, violent shift in momentum, he abandoned the teasing, the shallow rhythms, and the gentle transitions. He began to fuck her with a raw, unbridled ferocity that felt like a physical assault of pure ecstasy.
