The pain-pleasure spike shot straight to her core like lightning; her pussy clenched so hard the flutter raced all the way up her spine. A fresh, shameful spurt of slick jetted against the lace — he caught it all with another greedy swallow.
The twist burned — sharp, delicious fire that made her gasp and arch harder at once. Her nipples throbbed under the cruel pinch, aching so sweetly she could feel the hurt blooming into liquid heat between her legs.
Every cruel rotation sent another shameful pulse straight to her clit, made her cunt flutter and weep more, made her hate how alive the pain made her feel. Dominic never hurt her like this. He never dared.
He always asked, always hesitated, always treated her like something fragile that might crack.
Eros didn't ask. He just claimed.
And her traitorous body answered before guilt could even form the words — nipples tightening further, cunt clenching emptier, thighs trembling with the need for more.
