She was still shaking when he flipped her over.
Her body was limp, messed up sweat and c*m, her hair tangled, her lips parted in the kind of dazed, ruined silence that only came from being f****d to the edge of death and dragged back by force.
But Dominic wasn’t done. Not even close. He didn’t stop just because she came. Or because she cried. Or because she looked like a shattered thing trying to figure out how to breathe again. If anything, it made him harder. Hungrier.
She landed on her stomach with a gasp, arms sprawled, knees folding under her, her swollen p***y glistening in the low light like it had been baptized in sin.
His c*m was leaking out of her in heavy drips, thick and sticky and hot, running down the backs of her thighs and pooling into the sheets beneath her. She didn
