Ai's breath hitched. Her throat was raw. Her body… broken in all the right places. But none of that stopped her from lifting her hips again.
From begging.
From offering.
"More…" she rasped, voice hoarse, but hungry. "Asahi… ruin me. Don't stop until I can't speak. Until I can't think."
My cock, still thick and pulsing, twitched deep inside her abused, soaked pussy. Her insides still fluttered from the last orgasm that had left her screaming, clawing, gasping.
And she wanted more.
"Greedy little thing," I growled, grabbing her by the waist and flipping her over roughly. Her cheek hit the sheets, her ass rising up on instinct. Her legs spread — wide, obedient — welcoming the next round without question.
She didn't even look human anymore.
She looked owned.
My hand tangled into her damp, disheveled hair, yanking her head back. Her eyes rolled from the pain that melted instantly into pleasure. I leaned down, teeth dragging across her ear.
