Fadel’s POV

I felt it. The powerful wave of her orgasm crashed through her, her legs trembling uncontrollably, her inner walls clamping down around me like a vise. Her cry was a high, keening sound of pure, unadulterated release, and the sight of her coming undone beneath me was my final undoing.

With a guttural roar, I buried myself one last time, as deep as I could possibly go, and let go. My own release ripped through me, hot and hard, pumping deep inside her in powerful, pulsing spurts.

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