76. ICY TOUCH

ISLA’S POV. And then he moved. Remy began thrusting fast and hard, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythm that left me breathless. Each stroke sent shockwaves through my body, his cock hitting places so deep I didn’t think it was possible. I bit down on my fingers, trying to stifle the sounds spilling out of me, but it was no use. My grunts and cries escaped anyway, the intensity making it impossible to stay silent. Everything around me blurred into nothing, there was only him. My hands reached out, grabbing onto his arm as he pinned my legs in place. I needed something to anchor myself, something to hold onto as he drove me further into madness. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh,” I gasped, the words spilling from my lips in time with his relentless thrusts. “Tell me, Isla,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding as he pounded into me harder and faster. “Tell me who this sweet pussy belongs to.” I couldn’t think. My mind was drowning in pleasure, my body trembling uncontrollably as he dr