Alethea

I let out a shaky breath as I felt his cock buried deep inside me while my back pressed against the wall.

His lips crash against mine. The kiss is not gentle. It's possessive, claiming that he's marking me in a way no man ever could.

His kiss feels like a firestorm, and I know it will burn me to ashes. But damn it, I crave the flames, even if they consume every piece of me.

Every nerve in my body screams that I should stop this, push him away, fight back.

Instead, I give in completely, gripping him tightly as he thrusts into me. Each movement is deliberate...