{Allie’s P.O.V.}
“Ah! Dorian!”
“Ahhh…Fuck, Allie,” Dorian was pounding into me relentlessly, and I was a minute from blacking out, which would not be good because the sun was coming up, and we had the In-Villa breakfast again at eight.
“Please, f**k, please,” I was begging for him to finish, but I knew that my plea would only make him go more. I couldn’t even remember what round we were on, but Dorian was wired and fully energized. This was Miami all over again. I wasn’t even in heat, and yet Dorian could just keep going.
“Argh, I love you so f*****g much,” he growled in my ear. I was face down on the bed, my hips angled up, and Dorian was mounted on top of me. I know for a fact that he let Bandit take over at least three, possibly four times throughout the night. At one point when he
