Xenia's body was wracked in pleasure as he kept on moving, picking up the pace as if there was no need for her to rest. She felt like crying at the overwhelming stimuli. She was unaware that it was even possible to feel pleasure and pain simultaneously.
She clung onto him harder, losing herself completely over the pleasure she was being tortured with. And as he repeatedly thrust into her with the same need to extinguish the heat in his body, she felt like she was drowning the more she moved closer to him. The sounds of hips slapping against one another filled her ears, she couldn't bear it any longer.
"It feels so good, my love," Darius hummed. "You feel so perfect for me…"
She was going insane. Each deep thrust of his just made her mind fray, and she just knew that it would never end. There was no way Darius would stop now, not when every time he dug in and closed their bodies, her waist shook by itself and squeezed at his length as if to demand even more from him.
