He goes on and on, thrusting into her with the same strong rhythm like a madman in search of his sanity—or probably a sane man on the verge of insanity.

Kyle is taking {{user}} against the wall, every thrust merciless, every movement designed to make her unravel. He holds her in place, deep, claiming her completely, and doesn’t stop—not even when her legs give out.

She’s breakable, easily bruised, and yet he took it all out on her.

He crashes into her from behind, slamming into her so hard that she has to cover her mouth to keep from screaming loud enough for the outside world to hear. But even as her body trembles, {{user}} doesn’t look away. She stares into his eyes, kisses him—even as he’s showing her the monster he is.

He kisses her like she’s his air, his anchor, and his punishment all at once. His control breaks, and he devours her mouth while her body clenches around him, both of them too far gone to stop.

“I’m not done with you, wife.”