(Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene. If you're not comfortable to read it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)
She wanted to stiffen her legs, but she couldn't move. He was pinning her down, keeping up a constant, slow, torturous rhythm.
She moaned as he slowly eased into her until he had buried her. Finally, she was intimidated by his threat and gave in, for fear that Kevin outside should hear them.
It would be more than just embarrassing.
The rosy sofa contrasted finely with her white skin. He pulled out and moved slowly back into her, his breathing covered by her groan.
Savannah woke with a jolt. She sat upright and found she had been dressed up.
Damn Dylan!
She bit her lip, and her fists were clenched tightly.
He fucked her here.
Dylan stood with his back to her, doing up the buttons on his shirt. He heard her moving and turned.
"Now, do you realize you were wrong?" He raised his eyebrows.
