“Grim.” I try to make it sound like a warning, but it comes out more like a plea. “Hmm?” he hums. “You need something, Omnia?” His voice is layered. “I need you to keep moving,” I say through gritted teeth. “Like this?” The bastard rolls his hips. My mouth falls open with a sigh and I nod eagerly. “You like it, Damiana, when I’m deep inside you? Making you quiver?”
