Coco had no idea how long they had been like this, how many times he had taken her, or how deep he had buried himself inside her.
All she knew was that Zaque had been relentless, but also so damn attentive— watching every twitch of her body, listening to every gasp.
Now?
She was on all fours again, face pressed into his pillow with one hand braced beside it as Zaque held onto the curve of her hip from behind with an iron grip.
His chest pressed flush against back now, too, not letting even an inch between them despite sweat-slicked skin and trembling limbs.
Coco's vision blurred, tears spilling freely down her flushed cheeks, but not from pain. No.. It was too much in the best way possible— every nerve felt alive, every touch sending jolts of pleasure so intense they shook her entire body.
He was so gentle, yet so intense.
