Chapter 58

Debby didn't even understand how to breathe anymore. I couldn't think beyond the way their bodies are united. How desperately she was at the mercy of a cruel individual. She gasped at every throbbing impulse, listening to the squeaks of the mirror slipping between her sweaty fingers. Travor wrapped his hair with one of his wrists, curling it the way he pulled, causing his body against hers.

The hips moved at her own pace, accompanied by the fire that gradually tore her apart, rising closer and closer to the edge. Flames corroded her and held her back, sighing her bones with the pumping of blood in her veins. And in any case, "still hearing her moans echoing through the room to find her ears, her fingers working against the tangle of nerves between her legs," she wanted more. She needed more.

Debby believed that her vision broke at the moment when the ec****y crossed her, convulsing all her muscles. Travor cursed by slowing down his movements, hitting one of