Third person POV
The world dissolved into a singular, brutal sensation: the relentless, piston-like drive of Liam's hips. Each thrust was a seismic event, slamming Lee Hua's body into the ornate bedframe with a force that rattled her bones and stole the breath from her lungs.
The sleeping woman beside them murmured incoherently, jostled by the violent rhythm, but they were too far gone on their own satiated oblivion to wake.
Lee Hua's carefully constructed composure was not just shattered; it was annihilated. Her screams were not of pain, but of raw, unadulterated ecstasy, torn from a place so deep within her she never knew it existed.
Her polished nails, which had once elegantly held wine glasses, now clawed at the cum-stained sheets.
She was in ecstasy. The animalistic fucking, the scent of him that filled her nostrils, it was everything she had always dreamed about. She arched her back, her body meeting him with an insatiable hunger.
