Making Her Breathless
LILIANA’S POV
My body was still twitching, the aftershocks of my orgasm rolling through me, when Ronny finally lifted his head. His mouth glistened with me, his lips swollen, his eyes dark and merciless. He looked feral, dangerous, like he’d just dragged me into a storm and wasn’t anywhere near finished tearing me apart.
Then, without warning, he pushed up to his feet, towering over me. For a split second, I thought maybe he’d leave me there wrecked, but no—his gaze never left mine. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, every muscle taut with restrained violence as he climbed back onto the bed, over me, caging me in again.
His mouth crashed down on mine, hard, punishing, and I tasted myself instantly on his tongue. A groan tore from my throat, half shock, half hunger, as he kissed me deep, feeding me back my own release. It was filthy, raw, and it made my body quake with new fire. He didn’t stop until I was breathless, until I had no choice but to swallow everything he gave me.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed to mine, his voice came out gravel and smoke, a low growl that sank straight to my core.
“One thing about me, Liliana…” His lips brushed mine as he spoke, his breath hot, rough. “…I don’t do soft. I’m the kind of man who will fuck you all night until you’re sore, until you can’t talk, until you don’t even know where you end and I begin. You think you can handle that?”
My body throbbed at his words. My chest heaved against his, my nipples brushing his chest. I couldn’t think straight. I could only feel—the raw ache between my thighs, the heat of him pressing down, the danger simmering in his gaze.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking into a moan. My hand slid down, wrapping around the thick length of him. “Yes, I want you.”
That wicked smirk curved his lips, cruel and intoxicating. Our mouths met again, messy and bruising, his tongue sliding against mine, taking, owning. I gasped into the kiss as his hand fumbled at the nightstand, ripping open a foil packet with his teeth and rolled the condom on with one swift motion.
And then—he slammed into me.
The air punched out of my lungs, a strangled cry ripping from my throat as his cock filled me in one brutal thrust. My nails clawed down his back, desperate, overwhelmed, the sudden stretch and fullness pushing me to the edge of sanity. He groaned, deep and guttural, his mouth finding mine again, swallowing the scream that tore out of me.
He didn’t give me a chance to adjust. He pulled back and drove into me again, harder, rougher, his hips slamming against mine with merciless force. My head fell back against the pillows, my body arching, helpless, as he set a punishing rhythm that made the bed slam into the wall.
“Fuck—Ronny—” My voice was wrecked, high and desperate. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or never stop. The sting, the burn, the raw force of him—it hurt, it thrilled, it broke me apart.
He leaned down, his lips crushing mine again, his hand gripping my jaw to hold me still. His tongue drove into my mouth in time with his cock pounding into me, messy, claiming, relentless. My moans vibrated against his mouth, muffled, but he devoured every sound like it was fuel.
“Look at me,” he growled when I tried to squeeze my eyes shut. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back until I had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Don’t you fucking hide from me.”
Tears burned at the corners of my eyes from the sheer intensity, from the stretch, from the bliss curling tight in my belly. I choked out a cry, but I couldn’t look away. His eyes were black fire, his expression raw hunger and control.
He shifted, hooked my legs higher around his waist, and thrust deeper, harder, hitting a spot inside me that made me scream. My nails dug into his shoulders, my cries echoing off the walls, but he only grinned against my neck and bit down, sucking at my skin until I was marked.
“You feel that?” he rasped against my ear, his hips pounding mercilessly. “That’s me owning you. Every fucking inch.”
I couldn’t answer. I could only moan, cry out, beg wordlessly. My body was on fire, my core clenching tighter with every brutal thrust. He fucked me like he wanted to destroy me, like he wanted to break me open and rebuild me around him.
And then—tenderness. Just for a heartbeat. His hand cradled the side of my face, his thumb brushing my cheek as his mouth claimed mine again, slower this time, though his hips never relented. The contrast undid me. Roughness in his body, destruction in his thrusts, but that fleeting softness in the way he kissed me—like he couldn’t let me go.
I whimpered into his mouth, tears slipping down my temples. My body shook, my thighs trembling, and I felt the pressure coil tighter and tighter until I thought I’d explode. My hips bucked up to meet his, desperate, shameless, chasing that edge.
“Cum for me,” he demanded, his voice breaking into a groan as his cock slammed into me harder, deeper. “Now, Liliana.”
My body obeyed. The orgasm ripped through me, violent, uncontrollable. My scream broke in his mouth as my walls clenched around him, milking him, dragging every last sensation raw and sharp. My back arched off the bed, my nails tearing into his skin, and I shattered under him.
He didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, relentless, ruthless, forcing me to ride wave after wave until I was sobbing his name, until my body convulsed helplessly beneath him.
And then—he followed. His thrusts grew frantic, ragged, his breath hot against my mouth. He buried himself deep with a guttural growl, his body shuddering as he came hard, his weight pinning me down, his groans rough and broken.
For a long moment, we just stayed there. His forehead pressed to mine, his chest heaving, his breath mingling with mine. My body trembled, wrecked, soaked in sweat, my throat raw from screaming. His hand still held my face, his thumb brushing my cheek softly, even though he said nothing tender.
He kissed me again, slow, deep, messy, making me taste the ruin of us.
But then his lips brushed my ear again, his voice low and dangerous.
“You think this is over, Liliana?” His chuckle was dark, ruined. “I told you. I don’t do soft. I’m not stopping until you can’t even walk.”
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