Vivienne kept smiling, her face wet with sweat, her lips swollen from his kisses. Her chest rose and fell fast, her hair sticking to her temples, strands of it tangled against her damp skin. Her smile looked sweet, almost innocent, but inside her head she was screaming like a lunatic. I will show you how crazy I am. You think you're in control? Watch me, bastard. Watch me burn you alive with my body.
André stared at her, still moving inside her, his eyes dark and sharp like a predator studying prey. What the fuck is she planning now? he thought. Her smile was too calm, too sweet, and yet her body trembled under him. Her moans were breaking, spilling out of her mouth without restraint. He could tell she was plotting something, but that only excited him more. His lips curved into the faintest smirk, his thrusts steady, deliberate, teasing her body while he kept wondering how far she'd go.
