Miss Donnerbusen 3 -hardcore- -

“Yes,” he breathed, the word slipping out as a promise and a plea.

“Now,” she said, voice barely above a whisper, “let’s make this night unforgettable.” Miss Donnerbusen 3 -hardcore-

She smiled, a fierce, unapologetic grin that lit her eyes. “Then we start now.” “Yes,” he breathed, the word slipping out as

Jace watched, his own arousal evident in the way his breath came in shallow bursts. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the subtle tremor of her hips as she leaned forward, her lips parting just enough to whisper, “Do you trust me?” He could feel the heat radiating from her

She moved forward, her hips swaying in a rhythm that seemed to summon the pulse of the room itself. Jace’s hands—still bound—trembled as he reached for the edge of the couch, feeling the softness of the leather under his fingertips. Miss Donnerbusen slid down, her back grazing the couch’s surface, and turned to face him. The chain that hung from her cuffs now draped across her chest, its weight a constant reminder of the restraint she’d chosen.

She moved in close, the scent of her perfume—jasmine laced with amber—filling Jace’s nostrils. Her lips brushed his ear, hot breath tingling against his skin. “Tonight,” she murmured, “we’re going to explore every limit you’ve ever imagined.”

Jace’s body responded instantly; his hips lifted, a silent gasp escaping his lips as the chain tugged against his chest. The contrast of the cool metal and his heated skin created a symphony of sensations—sharp, sharp, and yet undeniably intimate.