"Mm… nghh… haa…" Kirja let out broken moans, struggling to hold her position. Her hands clenched tightly around the cushion beneath her head as she tried to stay steady.
Each time Cassian pulled back slowly, her body followed slightly, dragged down from the pillow as if unwilling to let go. The tension built with every movement, her body reacting despite her attempts to resist.
Her eyes flickered toward him, noticing how his gaze stayed fixed on her chest—watching the way her body moved with each thrust.
When he pushed back in a bit faster, it forced another moan out of her. "Nghh…"
She felt it clearly—the fullness, the stretch, the way it pressed deep inside, sending waves through her that she couldn't ignore no matter how hard she tried.
