~The room was alive with their raw, unbridled passion, a fusion of flesh and emotion that blurred the line between pain and pleasure. Their movements were urgent, almost desperate, each grasp and kiss an expression of unfiltered need. They clung to each other with a ferocity that spoke of longing and surrender, their breaths mingling in gasps and whispers. There was no hesitation, no gentleness—only the raw, primal rhythm of bodies colliding, pushing boundaries, and unraveling in the heat of the moment~
The room was alive with their raw, unbridled passion, a fusion of flesh and emotion that blurred the line between pain and pleasure. Their movements were urgent, almost desperate, each grasp and kiss an expression of unfiltered need. She moaned as he pulled her close, her fingers digging into his back, urging him deeper.
"Don't stop," she whispered fiercely, her voice breathless. "I need you... now."
He met her demand without hesitation, his hands gripping her waist as they moved together, their bodies a symphony of wild urgency. The sound of their skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their gasps and fervent whispers.
"You're so fucking perfect," he groaned against her neck, his words rough, the need in his voice palpable.
She locked her legs around him, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. "Harder," she urged, her body trembling beneath his. "Please, harder."
Their connection was primal, raw, the world outside forgotten as they lost themselves in each other. There was no gentleness, no hesitation—only the intense rhythm of their bodies colliding, pushing boundaries and unraveling in the heat of the moment.
His gaze burned with possessiveness, and the air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken emotion. When she finally turned to face him, her eyes wide with surprise, he didn’t wait for her to speak.
"Who the hell was that?" His voice was low, rough with the edge of jealousy. He stepped forward, his jaw clenched, eyes seething.
She swallowed hard, stepping back as his presence seemed to fill the room. "It was nothing," she said quickly, but he could see the way her lips trembled, the uncertainty in her eyes.
"Nothing?" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, his hand gripping her wrist tightly, pulling her towards him. "Don't lie to me. You think I don't see the way he looked at you?" He kissed her fiercely, forcing her to forget the other man, to remember only him.
His hands roamed over her body with a desperation born of both desire and frustration. She gasped, her mind racing, her heart torn between the heat of his touch and the lingering trace of guilt. "I—I didn’t mean anything by it," she stammered, but the hunger in his eyes made her words falter.
"You’re mine," he growled against her lips, his tone possessive, raw with that jealousy he couldn’t shake. He needed to feel her, needed to remind her of who she belonged to. He pushed her back against the wall, his hands pulling at her clothes with a frantic urgency.
She moaned, both in anticipation and under the pressure of his overwhelming desire. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Only yours."
With that declaration, his jealousy faded, replaced by an even fiercer hunger. His hands moved with renewed urgency, claiming her body as his own, pushing both of them further into a world where no one else existed.
