"Hah—! Ngh…♡"
Zeva's back arched violently as Aestrea buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, her inner walls stretching around his girth.
A thin trickle of blood mixed with her arousal, staining the sheets beneath them—proof of how long she'd waited for this.
Squelch~… Gluck!♡
Her nails raked down his chest, leaving red trails as she gasped.
"F-Fuck…! Y-You—!♡"
Aestrea smirked, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
"Me?" He pulled out slowly, savoring the way her slick clung to him.
"You're the one who trapped me here. Don't complain now."
Schlick~!
He slammed back in, the wet slap of skin echoing through the room.
"A-Ah!♡ Ngh…!♡"
Zeva's head tossed back, her emerald-green hair fanning across the sheets.
Her thighs trembled, but Aestrea didn't let her adjust—he set a ruthless pace, each thrust punching the air from her lungs.
Plap! Plap! Plap!♡
"Hah…! Y-You bastard—!♡"
