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Chapter 8 Eight

Word Count: 1091    |    Released on: 31/03/2025

nse of possession that made Gemma's breath hitch. Her tiny shorts w

is eyes glinting with hunger. Then, without hesitation, he dipped his he

ien groaned against her skin, the vibrations making her tremble. He switched bet

fingers in the dark stra

uc

ay she melted for him. Then, with a gr

I imagined," he murmured,

s tongue and lips working her with precision, d

efore soothing it with his tongue, the pleasure crashed over her

...yes!!! She screamed as

ing her with satisfaction. Bu

he bed. Gemma's chest rose and fell rapidly, her skin

mmanded, his voice

ded. In one swift movement without warning, he slid inside her, stretching her inch by inch.

and pushing even deeper. gripping her throat lightly,

ssessive, his tongue invading her mouth wi

stroke driving her further into the mattress. Gemma's moans fille

ohh... L

he gasped, her body

e pushed deeper, claiming her completely. "

he begged, her voice breaking between moans. "Oh, yes... yes

pleasure as he kept pounding i

to me, Gem

belong...t

er arching off the bed, her legs instinctively wrapping around his w

e gasped, her voice shaky, eyes fluttering

m above her head. "Yes, you can," he growled against h

, to beg for mercy

h-can't-

hh-too m

t his every movement, her mind drowning i

n ordered, his grip

dark, burning gaze. She was completely at his

-

deeper, each thrust claiming h

e muttered, voice th

ure straight to his core. His grip tightened, fingers

tightening around him like

oaned, He slammed into her harder, making her cry ou

lipping her onto her back. His eyes burned with need as he

en her thighs and latched onto her, his tong

er body arching off the bed as w

tening on her thighs to hold her still."S

. She was fa

ng to push him down even further. "Please... don't stop," she g

pletely in control as he continued to devo

her nails clawing at his back, strugg

him as he drove into her mercilessly. "You take me so

asure built, overwhelming her senses. "P-p

what?" he taunted, slowing

desperate, needy. "Don't st

e grabbed her wrists, pinning them ab

d, her back arching off the be

strained. And she did. His control sli

deep groan escaped his lips as he buried himself i

er, brushing his thumb over her swollen lips. "You look wrecked

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