As the tension in the room escalated, Quiet couldn't help but quiver with anticipation. The enemy soldier loomed over her, his rugged features etched with determination. She dared to raise her eyes to meet his, their gazes locking in a fiery exchange.
Suddenly, his rough hands gripped her wrists, holding them above her head. His mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss that left her breathless. She arched her back, offering herself to him as he slid his hand between her legs.
Their moans filled the room as he thrust into her, claiming what was rightfully his. His touch ignited a furnace within her, her body trembling with desire. She could feel him growing harder against her softness, their rhythm becoming faster and more intense.
With each thrust, she threw her head back, lost in the sensation. The sound of their slapping bodies filled the room.
