His movements were strong, deep. So deep that I experienced slight pain. Clenching the blanket in her fists, she prayed that Ignatov would finish faster, but he was not even going to.

- It seems that I still drank too much yesterday, - he read my thoughts, and continued to drive into me at the same pace.

I tried to moan, but that didn't bring him one step closer to relaxation. I don't know how long this marathon lasted, and how long it could go on, so I allowed myself to disconnect from reality. And as soon as I did this, Maxim's blue eyes appeared before my eyes.

I sat...