50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
His hand rested possessively on my lower stomach, feeling the warmth of his seed inside me.
“No going back, Ria,” he murmured, kissing my sweat-damp forehead. “This vacation changed everything. We’re going to keep doing this — sneaking around, fucking like animals, risking everything. Because nothing has ever felt this good.”
I nodded, exhausted but already craving the next secret moment. The guilt was still there, but it had twisted into something darker and sweeter — pure, sinful addiction.
As the first hints of dawn touched the sky, I slipped back to my room, Damien’s cum still leaking down my thighs with every step.