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Third Person POV
"Yes! Yes! Oh my god!"
In the large bedroom decorated in shades of purple, a soft thud echoed as his hips met her body, creating an almost primal rhythm. Vanessa's sharp, uneven gasps cut through the air as her back arched, her spine taut beneath the steady insistence of his movements. Her fingers dug into the rumpled sheets, twisting them into knots of desperation.
Their bodies glistened with sweat, illuminated by the dim light that filtered through the closed blinds, casting warm, coppery tones on their skin. Adrien's breath caught in his throat, a guttural sound escaping as he plunged deeper inside her, feeling her slick warmth tighten around him—it was a pleasure that was almost overwhelming.
She instinctively bucked against him, responding to his thrusts with a fervor that bordered on wild, silently yearning for more, always more.
