Consummate or not to consummate (5)

*Warning r18***

"Then, you are Rossa?" He raised a brow inquisitively.

"N– no… f*ck! Maverick, faster…" Jeslyn didn't know why he was doing so much better than last night. Her mind couldn't think clearly as he awoke the barrage of lusts inside her. 

"Perhaps, you forgot? Or maybe… not telling!" He pushed his fingers deeper as his face turned cold. 

"Ahh…Wh– what are you… talk…talking about?" Jeslyn was panting heavily by now. Her blood circulation had gone overdrive as she tried to catch her breath. Her voice sounded awkwardly low, almost like a whisper. 

Maverick looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed. His eyes traveled to her peaches. Her tits were hard and pointed but that wasn't his focus. It was her heartbeat. The chaotic raising and falling of her chest. 

Maverick closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them again, the rage in them was replaced by a blank look.