Daphne gasped, her arms desperately clinging onto Atticus's shoulders, her fingernails digging crescents into his skin. Even if the bathwater had made the skin on Atticus's back slippery, causing her hold to weaken, she was determined to hang onto him for dear life.
Every part of her body and soul wanted Atticus with her, inside her. She wanted him to bury himself inside her until there was a trace of him in every fragment of her body.
"Atticus! More!" Daphne cried out helplessly as he continued to thrust into her, his hands an iron grip around her waist.
Atticus chanced a quick look at Daphne's face― her eyes were clouded with relentless pleasure, her mouth falling open in a display of wanton lust as color ran high on her cheeks.
