The air cracked with the force of Amanda's demand.
The air didn't just crack; it shattered. Amanda's demand wasn't a request; it was a detonation inside the cramped space of the suite.
"Faster, Eros! Harder! Don't you fucking stop— ahhhhh~~~!" The words dissolved into a raw, guttural shriek that clawed at the high ceilings, a sound ripped from the core of her being as her body became a living crucible in my arms.
SHUNK-SHUNK-SHUNK!
The rhythm wasn't just brutal; it was industrial. My hips were a pile-driver, a relentless engine forged in fury. Each impact wasn't a slap; it was a pile-driving THUD that vibrated through the floorboards, through the bones of the ornate bedframe, threatening to shatter it.
