ROMAN's POV
''Ah…Roman—Please wait…I—''
Her words caught in her throat as she heaved a shaky breath, her hips bucking up to the rhythm of the glass ridge.
The solid, unyielding glass was buried to the hilt in her drenched furnace, and every single millimeter of her inner walls was fighting it, contracting in sharp, frantic spasms around the smooth shaft.
Watching the clear glass gleaming with her juices, illuminated by the orange flicker of the wall sconces, made a dark, primal roar echo deep within my chest.
Her pale thighs were spread wide, trembling uncontrollably against my knees, flushed a deep, rosy pink from her chest down to her arching toes.
She was completely unraveled, her dark hair splayed across the damp silk pillows, her swollen lips parted as breathless, shattered whimpers spilled continuously from her throat.
"Not yet, Vivi…'' I whispered under my breath, my own dick painfully twitching underneath.
