He pulled back just enough to look at her—really look. Sierra Montgomery, the untouchable Hell Queen, pinned against the wall and trembling for him. Lips swollen and slick with their shared spit. Eyes glassy and fucked-out already. Chest heaving with every desperate, panting breath, her tits straining against that lace like they were dying for his hands.
Beautiful. Broken. Fucking his—every inch of this dripping, needy Queen now belonged to him as of this moment.
Phei's hands moved with deliberate reverence, starting at her face—thumbs stroking along her cheekbones, tracing the perfect, razor-sharp lines that had made lesser girls cry in jealousy.
He kissed her there, soft, almost tender, before his mouth trailed lower—growling low as he imagined painting those pretty features with his cum later.
