Anna had barely come down from the dizzying high of her climax when Daniel suddenly gripped her waist and flipped her onto her stomach. Before she could even process the movement, he pulled her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees.
"H–huh? Daniel, wasn't that eno—"
Her words broke into a breathless cry the moment he thrust into her from behind—deep, hard, unrestrained.
Her mind went white.
Her breath vanished.
Her entire body jolted forward as his hips slammed against hers, the sound of their bodies echoing through the room.
"Daniel—!" she gasped, but everything after that blurred into incoherent moans.
He had turned wild—feral, relentless.
Every thrust shook her, pushed her, filled her until her arms trembled from struggling to hold herself up.
Her vision wavered.
Her legs went numb.
Pleasure overwhelmed every sense she possessed.
