One hundred and forty-three

Talia's POV:

My hands slowly lowered to his shoulders. "What was it like then?" I asked bitterly. How could he have done this to me? How could he have stolen me, taken everything from me, only to abandon me so cruelly?

"I'll explain everything," he promised, his voice low and thick with lust. There was sweat beading up on his brow, and I could feel his cock throbbing deep within me. He's holding on to his control by a shred. "But right now, I need you, Talia. I need this. . ." He thrust his hips forward, and I moaned as he hit my G-spot, sending a blast of sensation through my nerve endings. "That's right," he whispered harshly, repeating the motion. "I need this. I want to feel your tight little pussy sheathing me like a glove. I want to fuck you, and I want to fucking devour you. Every single inch of you is mine, Nora, only mine. . ."