Sky was still trembling, her body wrecked, her thighs slick with c*m, her p***y stretched, sensitive, pulsing, throbbing but Xavier?
He wasn’t f*****g done.
His hands gripped her hips, pulling her up, her body weak, shaking, and then.
He dragged her to the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
Sky’s heart stopped.
Outside.
People.
Cars.
Life moving as if she wasn’t about to be completely f****d raw against a damn window.
Her breath hitched, panic spiking through the haze of pleasure.
“Xavier.
But Xavier wasn’t listening.
His hands spread her open, pressing her flat against the cool glass, his chest hot against her back, his c**k already hard again, thick, heavy, pressed against her swollen, dripping slit.
“Let them watch.” His voice was filthy, dark, dominating, making her thighs c
