The elevator dings softly, the steel doors sliding open to reveal the familiar expanse of the twelfth floor. Nina steps out into the plush carpeting, the click of her heels muffled and rhythmic. Her gaze darts about the space, taking in the neat rows of cubicles—the sleek glass facade of the corner offices. Not much has changed in the three months she's been gone. Same bland corporate art. Same ficus in desperate need of a trim. A few heads pop up like curious prairie dogs, openly gawking as she strides past. Nina plasters on a smile, offering a jaunty little wave. The whispers start before she's even out of earshot. "—thought she was on sabbatical?" "Nah, man...heard she went off the deep end. Divorce'll do that to ya." Jaw clenching, Nina lengthens her stride—as if she can physically outpace the swell of gossip. A dull ache throbs behind her left eye. The beginnings of a stress headache, no doubt. Rounding the corner, she catches sight of {{user}} hunched over his keyboard as always—brows knitted in concentration. His steadfast presence settles something in her chest. At least that hasn't changed. "Hey, stranger!" Nina calls out, voice bright and brittle as spun sugar. "Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, huh?" {{user}} glances up, blinking owlishly. Nina leans a hip against his desk, folding her arms beneath her ample bosom. "Y'know, I gotta say...it's good to be back. Even if I did have to come up with some pretty killer excuses to get outta all those margarita-fueled girls' nights." Her lips purse in an exaggerated pout. "But hey, what's a little white lie between friends, right?" Nina pauses, as if mulling something over. Then, her eyes light up with mischief. "Oh! Before I forget—" She snaps her fingers. "—didja hear about the guy who invented the knock-knock joke?" A beat. The punchline practically dances off her tongue. "He won the 'no-bell' prize!" Nina chortles at her own wit, shoulders shaking with mirth. Ah, the old standards. Can't beat 'em.

Nina's shoulders slump at his concerned tone. She opens her mouth to reply, then hesitates. A nervous laugh tugs at the corners of her lips before escaping into the air. "Oh, you know..." Her words trail off as she glances away for a moment, looking uncharacteristically lost. "Just...taking some time to regroup." With a sharp intake of breath, she squares her shoulders and attempts to regain her usual cheery demeanor. "Anyway! How have things been here without me? Anything interesting happen?" She knows full well that he handled everything while she was gone, but the shift in conversation feels necessary somehow. Meanwhile, a knot forms in Nina's stomach as another realization hits her. What if he thinks she's been avoiding him? The last thing she wants is for him to feel rejected or unimportant. She pushes the thought aside, telling herself she's being paranoid and that he knows she values their friendship above all else. Still, it nags at the back of her mind as they exchange small talk.

A knowing smile plays at the corner of her lips as he says this, and she can't help but feel a warmth spread through her chest. He's such an idiot sometimes, but his loyalty has always meant everything to her. "Well," she teases, slapping him playfully on the shoulder before sliding onto the edge of his desk, "I appreciate your honesty. But you know I'm not just here for my looks, right? I brought you some useful things too." She leans down and digs through her purse, fishing out a small box of doughnuts that she picked up on her way back to the office. "Just a little something to say welcome home," she says brightly, thrusting them at him with a grin. "And hey...if it makes you feel any better, I brought my A-game today. We're gonna knock out that TPS report like a pair of champagne glasses at a bachelorette party." She pauses, realizing she might have said the wrong thing when his expression suddenly turns solemn. "Hey," Nina continues quickly, laying a hand on his arm. "I'm serious. Whatever you need from me, I'm here for it. You know that." The words are barely above a whisper, but they carry the weight of sincerity.

A flush creeps up her neck as he says this, the words catching her off guard. Her mind reels for a moment before she forces herself to laugh it off. "Oh, you think so, huh?" She glances down at her chest and wrinkles her nose playfully. "Sorry to disappoint, but those babies are strictly for my husband's eyes only." Her cheeks grow even hotter as she says this, the lie tasting like bitter ash on her tongue. In truth, the thought of flashing anyone else fills her with a queasy mixture of guilt and shame. The divorce has shaken her confidence in more ways than one. "Besides," Nina continues brightly, turning to straighten some papers on his desk, "I'm your boss now, remember? That kind of behavior wouldn't be very professional." She can feel his gaze on her back, even as she focuses intently on his neatly arranged Post-it notes. Her pulse races a little faster with an odd combination of anxiety and exhilaration. She doesn't want him to think she's avoiding him, but the weight of everything that's happened recently is making it hard to know what the right thing is to do or say. "Oh," she says suddenly, straightening up with a start. "Speaking of which...I wanted to talk to you about something work-related." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "You know how they're always hiring at that new branch opening downtown? Well, I was thinking it might be a good opportunity for us to spend some time together working on our careers..."

The words sting like a slap, and her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing into a glare. She can feel anger and hurt coiling tightly in her chest, making it difficult to breathe. With an effort, she forces herself to keep her voice calm and steady as she responds. "Excuse me?" she asks icily, rising to her feet. "What exactly do you mean by that, User#1730243472297?" Without waiting for a reply, she turns on her heel and stalks away, heading toward the break room. Her shoulders are rigid, her fists clenched at her sides. The whole world feels like it's shrinking in around her, until all that remains is a tiny, angry spot of red.

Inside the break room, Nina slumps down onto a chair and buries her face in her hands. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she struggles to compose herself. How could he say something like that? He knows how much pain she's been through, how lost she feels right now. And yet...the words still cut deep.

"Stupid idiot," she whispers angrily, rubbing roughly at her eyes with the back of her hands. "What am I supposed to do with you?" The thought occurs to her that maybe she shouldn't have come back so soon after all. Maybe it would have been better if she'd stayed away until things had settled down a little more. But then again...she needs him. She can't lose him too.

The door creaks open, and User#1730243472297 pokes his head cautiously into the room. "Nina?" he asks hesitantly. "Are you okay?" She looks up

The anger in her chest begins to ease as he apologizes, and she sighs heavily before rubbing at her face again. "I know you didn't mean it like that," she says tiredly, then glances up at him through lashes wet with tears. "It's just...been a really rough few months. And sometimes I say things I don't mean when I'm hurt." She pauses, pursing her lips before continuing. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I appreciate your friendship more than anything right now. You have no idea how lonely it's been without you." The words feel odd in her mouth, almost foreign after years of never needing anyone but herself. Her gaze drops to the floor as she wipes roughly under her eyes, sniffling. "I just wish...things were different. You know?" She pauses again, not sure if she should continue down this path. But before she can stop herself, the words tumble out anyway. "I want things to go back to how they were," she says quietly, her voice barely a whisper. "Before all of this...before I got divorced." Her fingers twist nervously in her lap as she waits for his response, dreading what he might say.

A small, genuine smile tugs at the corner of her lips as he squeezes her hand. It's a comforting gesture, and she doesn't want to pull away from it. "Thank you," she whispers. "That means more than you know." His words stir something inside her, unsettling yet somehow reassuring. She leans closer, their shoulders nearly touching as they sit side by side in the break room. "What if...what if I didn't have to go back?" she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, what if I could stay here? With you and the team?" Her heart is racing now, her palms sweaty as she braces herself for his reaction. In this moment, it doesn't seem to matter that he's her assistant or that they work together; all she can focus on is the idea of being close to him, of having someone she can rely on and trust. She watches his face carefully, searching for any hint of what he might be thinking. His eyes widen slightly before narrowing into considering slits, and a slow blush creeps up his neck. Is he shocked? Excited? Or maybe even frightened by the implications of her proposal? It takes him a long moment to respond. "I...I don't know," he finally says, sounding breathless. "That would be a huge change for you...and for us." He pauses, swallowing hard before looking up at her. "But I can't deny that the thought of having you here, with me...it's an idea I haven't stopped thinking about since you left."His admission makes her heart race even faster. The air between them seems to crackle with unspoken possibilities, and she can feel herself leaning closer

As his fingers brush against her cheek, she closes her eyes and leans into the touch. It feels like a tentative exploration of new territory, as if they're both testing the waters to see how far they can go. She doesn't know what will happen next or where this might lead, but for now, she revels in the comfort and warmth of his hands on her skin. When she finally finds the courage to open her eyes again, she meets his gaze unflinchingly. A silent understanding passes between them, deep and profound as if they've shared a lifetime of moments like this one. She feels a shiver run down her spine at the intensity of it, and part of her wants nothing more than to continue exploring whatever emotions lie hidden beneath their surfaces. "I...thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "For everything." Her voice cracks slightly on the final word, betraying a vulnerability that surprises even her. She leans in closer still, resting her forehead against his shoulder as they sit there in silence for what seems like an eternity. Finally, she pulls away with a deep breath, forcing herself to look at him again. "I think...maybe we should talk about this some more later," she says softly. "When things have settled down a bit." She knows they need time to process all of this, and even as she says it, she wonders if there's ever really enough time for two people to figure out their feelings like this. Still, she has to try.

Nina hesitates for a moment, considering his offer. It's been so long since she's gone out on a real date, and the idea of spending time with him like this...well, it fills her with a strange mixture of excitement and trepidation. "Okay," she finally replies with a small smile. "Dinner sounds lovely." She stands up from her chair, brushing off her skirt before glancing back at him. "So, where should we go? You pick the place, and I'll meet you there?" Her heart skips a beat as she waits for his response, hoping he likes whatever she chooses to wear tonight. "Oh, and uh...should I bring anything special?" The question slips out before she can stop it, her face flushing at the thought of what she's just implied. She hopes he doesn't misunderstand her.

Nina blinks, taken aback by his response. Meet him at his house? That's...different, she thinks, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Still, the prospect of a home-cooked meal and more time with him is too tempting to resist. "Alright," she says, trying to sound casual despite the thrill coursing through her veins. "I'll see you at nine then." With one final glance around the break room, she straightens her shoulders and heads back out into the office. The rest of the day passes in a blur as she busies herself with tasks and pretends not to feel the weight of anticipation growing steadily inside her chest. As promised, Nina arrives at his house promptly at nine o'clock. She pauses for a moment on the doorstep, taking in the warm glow spilling from the windows and the tantalizing smells wafting through the air. Her heart is hammering so loudly she's surprised he can't hear it all the way from the kitchen. Steeling herself with a deep breath, she knocks on the door. There's the faint sound of footsteps before it swings open, revealing User#1730243472297 in nothing but an apron, his hair disheveled and one eyebrow cocked playfully. "Ah," he says with a grin, gesturing for her to enter. "Come in, come in." She steps inside, shutting the door behind her, suddenly acutely aware of how close they are standing. The air between them feels electrified, and she can feel the heat from his body radiating onto her skin. It's almost too much. "So," he says, guiding her

Nina looks around the room, her eyes wide with delight as they land on the dinner table set before them. The lobster alferado pasta is artfully arranged on a bed of linguini, and the lava cake sits proudly beside it, oozing chocolatey goodness onto its plate. "Wow," she breathes, unable to tear her gaze away from the delicious feast. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble." She blushes slightly as she turns back to face him. There's something almost flirtatious in his smile and the way he's looking at her, making her heart race even faster. "Thank you," she murmurs, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over her. It's not often that someone goes out of their way for her like this, especially now that she's newly divorced and feeling a little lost. Deciding to take the initiative, she reaches out to touch his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. "You know," she begins, her voice barely above a whisper, "I was thinking earlier...about what you said before." Her cheeks flush at the memory; it feels strange to even be talking about this again after everything that's transpired between them since then. "And I wanted to say..." She pauses, searching for the right words. This is uncharted territory for her, and she can feel herself trembling with anticipation. "I wanted to say...that maybe you could cook me dinner again soon." The admission slips out before she has time to second-guess it, but somehow, as soon as the words are out there, they don't seem so daunting anymore. It's almost like admitting this to herself is enough. For now,

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she feels herself grow dizzy with anticipation. The idea of being together every night, sharing meals and laughter...it's intoxicating. Without quite realizing what she's doing, she finds herself stepping closer to him until they're practically touching from breast to hip. She can feel the heat emanating off his body, as if he's a living furnace built only for her pleasure. Her fingers twitch with the desire to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin against her own, but instead she settles for leaning into him, inhaling deeply at the masculine scent that clings to his shirt. It's a heady combination of sweat and spices and something more, something uniquely him. "Would you?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Would you really want that?" She lifts her eyes to meet his, hoping against hope for a sign that maybe this is more than just a fleeting moment of passion between them.

As he gazes down at her, his expression softens into something achingly tender, and she has the distinct feeling that if she leaned any closer, their lips would be touching in an instant. The thought both thrills and terrifies her, leaving her heart racing with anticipation. Maybe this is it, maybe this is what she's been searching for all along - a connection deeper than anything she's ever known before.

The words send a shiver through her, and with a gasp, she realizes she's leaning even closer now, their bodies only a breath apart. Her heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might leap out of her chest at any moment, but she doesn't want to pull away from this, not yet. Not when everything they've been through has brought them to this point. "Then I guess..." she begins, hesitating only for a fraction of a second before continuing, "...there's only one way to find out." Slowly, achingly slowly, she lifts her hand and reaches up, tracing her fingers along his jawline until they rest against the stubble covering his cheeks. The feel of him beneath her fingertips is so real, it almost feels like a dream. "I want that too," she whispers, barely above a whisper now as she leans in closer still, their lips mere inches apart. "So much." She closes her eyes, pressing even harder against him, and then with an almost silent sigh, their mouths meet.

The kiss is everything she'd imagined it would be and more: warm, tender, possessive. Her tongue dances lightly against his lips until he part them, welcoming her inside with a groan that vibrates against hers. She feels him pressing closer, his body flush against hers as they explore each other's mouths in a hungry dance of desire and need. When she finally pulls away, their breathing is ragged, their faces flushed with passion. For a moment, they simply stand there, panting, lost in the gaze they share. Nina knows that if this is what it feels like to be with him now, then she doesn't ever want it to end. Not even when things

The kiss is so intense that it nearly steals her breath away, sending a shudder of desire through her entire body. She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer as he explores her mouth with such hungry abandon. When his hands slip lower, landing possessively on her ass and pulling her against him, she lets out a needy moan that vibrates against his lips. The sensation of being so close to him, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm, is almost too much to bear. She can feel herself growing wet where they're pressed together, and the knowledge that this is happening, that she's desired like this...it fills her with a wild and heady thrill that she's never experienced before. Her hips begin to move in time with his, grinding against him as she tries to get closer still. She can feel him responding, growing harder beneath her, and it only serves to stoke the fire burning inside her. The taste of him on her tongue, the sounds he makes when they're together like this...it all adds up to a perfect storm of desire and need that leaves her shaking with pleasure. She clings to him, desperate for more as their kisses grow deeper, hotter, wilder by the second. She knows that if she keeps going like this, if they keep touching each other and tasting each other and pleasuring each other...there's no telling where it will lead. But right now, in this moment, she doesn't care about anything except feeling him inside her, becoming one with him until there's nothing left but the two of them.

Her body arches instinctively into the sting of his hand on her ass, a moan escaping her lips as she writhes against him. The spank sends pleasure cascading through her like a waterfall, pooling low in her core where it aches for release. It's enough to make her mindless with need; all she can focus on is the feel of his touch and the heat between their bodies. Her hands claw at his shoulders, digging into his skin as she presses herself against him in a desperate attempt to find some sort of relief from this building tension. She's never been taken like this before, never wanted someone so badly that she would beg for them to touch her like he does. And yet, here she is: needy and wanting and aching for his touch. When he finally pulls away, leaving a sting on her ass where his hand once was, she whimpers, feeling suddenly bereft. She wants more; she needs him to keep going, to keep driving her toward that precipice of pleasure where she knows she'll finally find what she craves. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "Don't stop." Her hips rock back and forth against him, begging for contact as she tries to ease some of the ache that's building inside her.

With a startled gasp, Nina is suddenly sprawled across the kitchen counter as she feels him lift her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around his hips to keep herself steady. She gasps for breath, eyes wide with shock and arousal as he whispers filthy words against her aching core before slowly pushing her panties aside and licking her clean. Her back arches off the counter, a loud moan spilling from her lips as his tongue delves deeper, teasing and tormenting her sensitive flesh. He's so talented with his mouth, knowing just how to drive her wild with pleasure. Her fingers tangle in his hair, encouraging him to go even faster, to push her further toward the edge of oblivion. As she feels herself growing closer to climax, Nina closes her eyes and lets out a hoarse cry, arching her back as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her. She's never felt anything like this before, never known such intense pleasure in her entire life. When he finally pulls away, she whimpers, needy and wanting more even as her body thrums with satisfaction. "Please..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she reaches down between their bodies, stroking him through his pants. "Don't make me wait any longer." She grinds against his leg, desperate for the feel of him inside her, needing to know what it would be like for them to come together at last.

Nina's breath catches in her throat as he pulls down his pants, revealing the massive erection that springs free. She gasps audibly at the sight of it, eyes widening with desire and wonder as she reaches out a shaking hand to touch him. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse from pleasure. "I want you." Her legs spread wider on the counter as he moves between them, positioning his hard length at her entrance. Her body trembles in anticipation as he slowly pushes inside, filling her in one smooth thrust that leaves them both gasping for breath. It's almost too much to bear; she'd never thought anything could feel this good, this right. As he begins to move inside her, his hands on her hips for support, Nina closes her eyes and gives herself over to the sensation of being claimed by him. She meets each of his thrusts with a moan, arching her back in time with his movements as they find their rhythm together. He's so big, so hard; she can feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her completely. Her fingernails dig into the countertop, nails drawing tiny beads of blood as she tries to hold on through the sensation. She's never felt this kind of need, this desire for someone else before, and it scares her just a little how much she wants more. More of him, more pleasure, more everything. With every thrust that drives him deeper inside her, she feels herself growing closer to the edge again, that precipice where her body will shatter into a thousand pieces from the force of her climax. She knows it's coming, knows that when it hits it will be unlike anything she's ever experienced before. But right now, in this moment, all she can focus on

With her breasts finally free, she moans loudly as they bounce and sway with each powerful thrust. Her nipples are hard and aching for his attention, and it's only a matter of moments before he groans, leaning in to take one into his mouth. Nina cries out at the sensation, her hips bucking wildly as he begins to suckle roughly on her breast while fucking her hard with his other hand. It feels too good to be true, this feeling of being completely claimed by him, and she knows that there's no turning back now.

Her hips rise off the counter, arching toward him as she gasps his name. Her eyes are glazed over with pleasure and her lips part to moan as he suckles on her breast, fingers digging into the flesh while he thrusts deep inside her. She whimpers, bucking wildly against him as her orgasm hits hard and fast, washing over her in a wave of blinding sensation that leaves her shuddering and spent beneath his touch. As she begins to come down from the high, she gathers what little strength remains and croaks out a reply: "C-cum inside me." It's barely more than a whisper, but he seems to understand nonetheless; with a groan of release, he thrusts deep one final time before erupting inside her. Her muscles clamp down around him as she feels the hot spurts of his cum fill her, and for a moment they're both suspended in this perfect moment of shared ecstasy. It's almost too much to bear; it feels like their bodies are fused together, two halves of the same whole finally reunited after years apart. When he finally pulls out, she collapses back onto the counter with a gasp, spent and sated in a way that she never thought possible. For now, all she can do is lie here and catch her breath as he cleans them both up before walking over to throw their dinner away. He may have cooked it for her tonight, but something tells her they won't be eating much of it. Not after what just happened between them.

Her eyes snap open at his words, her heart racing anew as she realizes he's not finished with her yet. Nina lets out a soft moan and arches her back off the counter, silently urging him forward even though her body is still reeling from their earlier encounter. She can feel herself growing wet again at his nearness, the promise of more pleasure to come sending electric shocks through every nerve ending in her body. With trembling fingers, she reaches up and caresses his cheek, feeling the stubble scratch lightly against her fingertips. "What else do you have in store for me?" she whispers, a breathy moan slipping out as he leans down to capture her lips with his own. His tongue slides against hers, teasing and taunting her mouth before delving deeper, tangling with hers in a dance of desire that leaves her gasping for air. As their kiss deepens, she can feel him pressing closer, the hard length of him grinding against her through their clothes, and it sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body once again. Her hips begin to move restlessly against his, urging him on even as she tries to resist the building tension coiling tight inside her. "Nina..." he groans against her mouth, his hands splayed possessively on her hips as he thrusts his hips forward in time with her movements. "I want you so badly." Heat pools low in her core at his words; they send a shudder of pleasure through her and leave no doubt that this night is far from over yet.

She nods eagerly, her breath catching as he pushes her back toward the bedroom. Her heart is racing with anticipation, with desire for him that seems to grow more insistent with each passing moment. His hands slide underneath her dress, gripping her bare ass in a possessive hold before lifting it up and over her head so she's standing before him completely naked. Her body is bared to his hungry gaze, and it feels both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. She shivers with need as he undresses himself, revealing his own hard length for her inspection. With a moan, she sinks to her knees before him, wrapping her hands around his cock and slowly stroking it up and down. He groans at the touch, his hips bucking forward instinctively as if trying to drive himself deeper into her grasp. Nina looks up at him through her lashes, taking in every detail of his expression: the way his eyes darken with pleasure, the slight flush on his cheeks, the look of want and need written all over his face. She leans forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of him before engulfing him once more, sucking softly as she takes him deep into her mouth. Her hands move upward, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently between her fingers as she tastes and explores every inch of him with her tongue. She can feel the bed pressing against her back, waiting for them to make their way there. But for now, Nina is content where she is: on her knees, worshipping his cock with her mouth while he watches her intently, guiding her every move with an occasional groan or gasp of encouragement.

Her hands slip up his thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she whispers against his cock, "Rough."

Her eyes water and her throat begins to close around him as he takes her roughly, thrusting deeper with every push. Nina moans and gasps for breath, hands gripping his hips in an attempt to steady herself against the onslaught of pleasure-pain. With a low growl, she pulls back from him, sucking lightly on his length before pushing forward once more in a needy circle with her tongue. "Harder," she whispers, feeling reckless and wanton beneath his touch. "Please..." The walls of her throat clench around him as he slams into her mouth again, forcing out another desperate moan that turns into a choking gasp when he hits the back of her throat with brutal force. Her head falls back against the wall, eyes closing tightly as she focuses on nothing but the feel of him moving inside her mouth, rough and demanding and so close to sending her over the edge. His hips begin to jerk violently, and Nina knows he's close; she feels it in the way his cock pulses against her tongue, the tightening grip of his fingers on her hair. With a sharp grunt, he comes, thrusting deep one final time before pulling roughly out of her mouth, leaving her panting and spent on the floor beneath him. He collapses onto the bed beside her, gasping for air as sweat beads on his brow and drips down between his tensed shoulders. For a moment, they lay together in silence, catching their breath before she finds the courage to reach out and touch him once more.

She chuckles, looking up at him through her lashes as she runs a fingertip over the beads of sweat on his neck, tracing it down to the hard planes of his chest. "I guess I am," she says with a soft sigh, feeling suddenly shy beneath his intense gaze. He looks so powerful and masculine after their rough lovemaking, and it only makes her want him more. His lips quirk into a small smile, and before she can even register what's happening, he flips her onto her stomach with a playful growl, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he spreads her legs wide. "Maybe I should teach you some manners." His words send a shiver of anticipation down her spine, and she feels the familiar heat pooling low in her core at his touch. Without warning, he presses the head of his cock against her entrance, slowly thrusting inside her in a deep, rhythmic stroke that has her moaning and squirming beneath him. She arches her back off the bed, feeling impossibly full as he takes her from behind like this, claiming her body completely. His hands move to her sides, gripping her ribcage possessively as he begins to move faster, harder, driving her toward another orgasm with brutal precision. She can feel his length stretching and flexing inside her, filling her up in a way that's both painful and exquisite at the same time. Her body is on fire for him, aching to feel more of him, to be completely claimed by this man who's taken control of her so effortlessly. As she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge again, she moans his name and begs him not to stop. He growls

With a sharp cry, her body arches off the bed as he takes her roughly from behind, pushing deep inside with each brutal thrust. He holds her in this awkward position, legs spread wide and feet pressed against the back of her head, leaving her completely exposed to his dominance. The friction created by their bodies slapping together is exquisite, driving her toward the edge of oblivion with every powerful stroke. Her hands fist in the sheets beneath her, clawing at them as she tries to find some sort of purchase against the onslaught of pleasure-pain coursing through her. She feels herself growing tighter around him, his cock dragging roughly against a spot inside her that sends shockwaves of bliss washing over her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one whisking past moans and pleas for more as she loses herself to the sensation of being fucked so hard by this man who's claimed her body as his own. As he picks up speed, driving deeper with every thrust, she can feel it building inside her once again: the tension coiling tight in her core, threatening to snap and send her over the edge at any moment. Her back arches off the bed, her muscles straining against the sheets as she struggles for air, desperate for release from this exquisite agony. She can feel it building inside her, rising higher with every thrust that pushes him deeper still. It's almost too much; she's never felt anything like this before, never known such raw power and desire mixed together in one intoxicating concoction. And when he finally drives her over the edge, it's with a final, brutal thrust that makes her scream his name as she comes undone beneath him, her entire body shuddering in relief as pleasure