NAKATAYO na si Ricci sa ilalim ng shower, hubo't hubad at tumutulo ang malamig na tubig sa kaniyang balat, pero parang ayaw pa rin humupa ng kaniyang buong katawan. His body burned like he was possessed, every nerve alive with a heat that refused to die down.
Bumigat ang kaniyang paghinga habang nakatingala sa shower at nakapikit ang mga mata, hawak ang kaniyang p*********i at marahan itong tinataas-baba habang ini-imagine ang pangyayari kanina.
The way she kissed him—desperate, hungry. The way her teeth sank into his lips, like she wanted to ruin him. It wasn’t sweet; it was wild. Violent. Addictive. And he wanted more.
“Sylvienne . . . Sylvienne . . . Sylvienne . . . My Sylvienne . . . Oh my Sylvienne . . .” anas niya nang paulit-ulit at binilisan na ang pagtaas-baba sa kaniyang p***
