The clothes lay scattered around the sofa, as the two naked bodies indulged in a passionate, intimate act on that sofa, without any care in the world.
The loud and seductive moans of a woman filled the surroundings, trying to keep up with the relentless man hovering over her, dominating not just her body but even her soul entirely.
Natalie's breath came in short, trembling gasps, body slick with sweat and limbs trembling from the waves that had already crashed over her again and again.
She collapsed back onto the cushions, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving. "I... I can't," she whispered, voice hoarse with pleasure and exhaustion.
But Justin wasn't finished.
He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear, his voice rough and commanding. "Yes, you can. Turn over."
She blinked, dazed. "But—"
He cut her off with a kiss, deep and consuming, stealing the last of her resistance. "You're mine today. Every last part of you. Be a good girl."
