?<strong>Chapter 413:</strong>


    His hand moved from her waist down to her hips.


    With a yful tap on her bottom, he whispered, “Lift. “Sheplied and lifted her hips.


    He then removed her pants, his hand brushing the inside of her thigh.


    His rough yet tender hands sent shivers down her skin.


    She bit her lip, her moans growing louder despite her efforts to keep them quiet.


    His fingers expertly explored every sensitive spot, skillfully coaxing shivers from her.


    Her body trembled, her eyes red and her voice full of emotion.


    He paused, chuckling softly. “Say my name,” he said softly.


    Her eyes grew sultry and less shy as she replied tenderly, “Darling, I want you.”


    His reticence vanishedpletely at her words, like a sudden p of thunder.


    Noticing the desire in his eyes, she reached for his belt and quickly unbuckled it, releasing the tension that had been building between them.


    Poss1Me Kristopher couldn’t hold back any longer.


    His movements were wild, desperate, and filled with unbridled passion.


    He lifted Carrie’s slender legs and plunged deep inside her. His actions were raw and relentless. 26:21 Carrie gasped, caught between pleasure and pain, her body teetering on the edge of ecstasy.


    She wanted to push him away, overwhelmed, but her body betrayed her, craving more of his intensity.


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    Sensing her growing exhaustion, Kristopher gently ced a pillow under her waist, lifting her hips to ease her difort.


    Her legs instinctively wrapped around his strong waist as she clung to him for bnce.


    Without warning, Kristopher stood up, pulling her with him as he walked toward the full-length mirror.


    Their entwined bodies were reflected back at them, leaving no space between them.


    The sight ignited something deeper in Carrie, the visual stimtion stirring a new kind of vulnerability and desire.


    Kristopher turned her to face the mirror, hisrge hands guiding her hips.


    He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “You are so beautiful.


    Though they had shared this kind of intimacy countless times, the exposure of the mirror made her cheeks flush.


    She tried to avert her gaze, her modesty peeking through.


    But Kristopher was relentless.


    He quickened his movements, sending her spiraling to another climax.


    Her body trembled slightly in his embrace, and she could feel him still firm inside her, showing no signs of weakening.


    “How does he have such stamina? Is he even human?” she wondered.


    After what seemed like an eternity, Kristopher finally stopped, holding her tightly in his arms.


    His voice softened as he said, “Let me help you with your bath.”


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