Ethan Connor never broke a promise—that was his guarantee. He was a man of his word, and today was no exception. His fingers moved with a calculated intensity, each thrust deliberate, hitting Madisyn's most sensitive spots with precision. Her body responded to him in ways that were beyond her control, each movement drawing her closer to the edge of release.
The feeling was blissful—a sensation so powerful she never wanted it to stop. Her breath came in short gasps, her body tense with anticipation, but the more he thrust, the harder it became to hold on. Her control was slipping, like sand through her fingers. Finally, she gave in, letting the overwhelming sensations wash over her, freeing herself with a loud, uninhibited moan that echoed in the dimly lit room.
