CHAPTER 12: THE SCHOOL OF SIN
ELODIE’S POV
“Oh God…” The words tear out of me in a voice I barely recognize, broken and strangled, as if I am being shaken apart from the inside. My nails rake down his skin, leaving raw crescents as I shudder helplessly in his grip. My p***y is a wild, pulsing furnace, clenching and releasing around him with every brutal plunge, each slam making the heat coil tighter and tighter inside me until I feel I might combust into nothing but flame and sparks.
Nothing about this feels right—nothing about it ever could. And yet the ecstasy swallows me whole, merciless and relentless, breathtaking in its magnitude. My back arches harder against the wall, every muscle taut, trembling violently, vision fragmenting into a storm of white spots. Each light flicker is a
