Before Eileen could fully process the meaning of his words, another cl!max overtook her. Trembling uncontrollably, she gripped the bedsheets, her fingers clawing at them, before her hands instinctively reached out to grab Cesare's forearm.
The touch of her delicate fingers caused the muscles in his arm to tense, the veins beneath his skin standing out in sharp relief. Strangely, the firmness of his arm brought her a sense of reassurance. With a faint whimper, Eileen arched her back, lifting her hips to allow him to penetrate even deeper.
The rhythmic collision of their bodies left her breathless. Her reddened skin glistened as her hips met his relentless thrusts, the force of each movement flattening her soft flesh beneath him. The intensity made her lightheaded, her breath escaping in shallow, ragged gasps.
