Chapter 37: violently
Hina’s body shook violently, her hands balled into fists, sweat-soaked lacy shorts clinging to her flushed, toned thighs, her torn shirt baring a glistening midriff,
Her heaving chest straining against the fabric, the Obedience Collar searing bright with crimson pulses around her throat, syncing with her ragged gasps.
Her skin shimmered pink-gold, glowing like heatglass on the verge of shattering, her flushed neck dripping sweat as the arousal beam intensified, twisting with a horny, rhythmic pulse, pressing deeper into her chest, hips, and thighs, igniting her nerves with a scalding, lustful surge.
"Stop—" she growled, her voice raw, a throaty moan escaping despite her defiance.
"No—!" she gasped, another moan spilling, her flushed thighs quivering, her lacy shorts outlining her trembling curves in the crimson glow.
Her eyes betrayed her, tears flicking down her flushed cheeks, yet she glared at Kota, her gaze blazing with unyielding fire.
"You think this means you’ve won?" she whispered, her voice shaking with rage and rising pleasure, her glistening midriff clenching.
He didn’t respond, his brow slick with sweat, his hoodie clinging to his lean frame, a faint aroused tension in his stance.
"You’ll never own me," Hina snarled, her flushed neck trembling, her fists clenching tighter.
The beam pulsed—once, twice—then blasted full force, a radiant, lustful wave enveloping her.
Hina screamed, a raw fusion of fury and climax, her back arching violently, arms spreading wide, mouth open in a sensual wail, hips thrusting upward in a frozen moment of defiant ecstasy, her sweat-soaked shorts clinging obscenely, her flushed curves shimmering in the pink-white light.