The moment my teeth sank into Marina's earlobe, she let out a sharp, breathy gasp, her body arching against mine like a bowstring pulled taut. "Are you shy, mi amor?" I growled, my voice a dark, velvety murmur against her skin, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.
The way her thighs clenched around my cock, rubbing against me through the thin fabric of her dress, sent a jolt of pure lust straight to my core. A rough groan tore from my throat as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her heat searing through the layers between us.
Marina's breath hitched, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pressed herself harder against me, her voice a sultry whisper. "Do I look shy, mi rey?" she purred, her dark eyes flicking toward Eva, who stood frozen near the doorway, her cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson.
