Stop Holding Back

THIRD PERSON POV:

Klaus's hands gripped Mira's hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he drove himself into her with a roughness that left her gasping. The room was thick with the sound of skin slapping against skin, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm that seemed to blur the line between pain and pleasure. Mira's nails scratched down Klaus's back, leaving red trails in their wake as she arched her body, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Harder, Klaus," she moaned, her voice breathless, raw with need.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, low and husky. "I don't think you're ready for that," he murmured, but his actions contradicted his words. He pulled her even closer, his thrusts becoming more forceful, each one igniting a new wave of sensation that had her toes curling against the sheets.