When his hands pushed me down, I let my body speak for me.
My thighs opened. My lips parted. I guided him into the warmth I’d been guarding since the first look.
He didn't need to be gentle.
And I didn’t ask him to be.
The bed groaned beneath us. My back arched with every thrust, each one more demanding than the last. I held on to the sound of him, the weight of him, the way he growled my name like it meant something primal.
I wanted to feel everything. And forget it all the same time...
Eventually, it was over.
Or... close enough.
He stood at the edge of the bed, watching me.
I didn’t move. Just whispered into the quiet, breath catching on the edges of a smile:
“You made a mess of me.”
No shame. No softness. Just the echo of what we both already knew.
Then my lips pulled into that familiar curve—
“Good.”
P.S: And that wraps it—Reze’s not-so-shy side. Hope you enjoyed this little peek at Reze🦥🥶
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