Chapter 37 Sasha

• Sweat drips down my backbone, cool against my sizzling skin. I'm not sweating from exertion but from the strain of keeping myself in check. The urge to drive my cock faster and deeper into Katerina with every thrust is beyond tempting.
• But when I look at her under me, I know I can't.
• She'll shatter. She'll break. I never expected to care about this before now. When I imagined pumping inside of her in the past—and I imagined it often—I was ruthless. In those fantasies, I made her scream—whether from agony or delight, I didn't care. But now ... I do.