CHAPTER 17. UNBEARABLE ECSTASY
ELODIE'S POV
God, I am so f*****g overwhelmed. My mind is a shattered kaleidoscope of fear and ecstasy. I can't even make a sound anymore, the capacity for language or protest burned away by the intensity. My back is arched so tightly over the bed, a bowstring ready to snap. My breasts are bouncing—violently, shamefully—with every one of his thrusts, which are getting harder, getting louder as he smacks against me.
His hands, instruments of both pleasure and dominance, trail against my stomach, a slow, deliberate exploration, before moving up towards my chest, his thumbs teasing the soft skin, finally landing between my cleavage. He teases me there, watching my breath catch, drawing out the suspense with cruel precision.
Then, the final grip: both of his
