88. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY'S POV. "What. No—why?" I gasped, my voice breaking as I turned my head toward him. Zeke didn’t answer right away. Instead, his pace quickened, his hips slamming against mine with ruthless precision. Each thrust was deeper, harder and faster building the tension inside me. My body trembled beneath him, caught in a storm of sensation I couldn’t control. “Oh God,” I whimpered, my nails scraping against the wall, leaving faint marks as I braced myself. My hips instinctively pushed back against him, chasing the friction, desperate for more. Before I could catch my breath, his hand came down sharply on my ass, a loud, stinging smack that echoed in the room. “Fuck,” I cried, my back arching as the sharp pain melted into pleasure. His pace didn’t falter. If anything, it grew fiercer, relentless, his cock driving into me with a force that made my knees tremble. My moans grew louder, spilling uncontrollably from my lips, and my hands slammed once more against the wall,