MIREYA POV
My body shook, heat pooling in every inch, every nerve alive with the new, overwhelming sensations. Each thrust of his fingers, each movement, sent shivers racing through me, my hips arching, desperate for more. My breath came in ragged gasps, chest rising and falling too fast, every moan spilling from me like I had lost my mind.
His hand stayed firmly pressed to my hip, grounding me, holding me in place even as my body tried to escape the delicious torment of pleasure. "That's it…" he murmured, voice low and rough, sending another wave of heat straight through me. "Feel it… let it take you… all of it."
I trembled, shaking with need I didn't know I could feel, my hands clutching at the edge of the table, knuckles white. Every thrust made me gasp,.
"Good girl…" he whispered, voice almost a growl, possessive and deep. "Every shiver, every gasp… It's all mine. Feel it. Remember it.
And I did.
