239. TANTRUMS THAT KILL
VICTORIA
I buried my face against his neck, inhaling his wild scent, licking the sweat drops, feeling the pulse of the veins beneath my tongue.
My legs were locked around his waist, my ass bouncing up and down while I enjoyed this wild quickie.
His claws dug into my hips, and that thick spear was thrusting deep between my folds.
My whole world shook with the low, feral growls rumbling right into my ear.
The curtains swayed more and more violently, Draco’s thrusts pounding into me frantically.
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