Chapter 65: Strike One for Claude

Anastasia did as she was told. Her mouth opened to an "O" as a loud squeal escaped into the damp air. "Master!" "Go deeper," he ordered coldly. She did, and it nearly broke her. Her eyelids threatened to close. "Don't close your eyes," he warned. Those blue crystals darkened to a dangerous shade. Her view started to blur as tears burst through around the rims of her eyes. She couldn't stop her fingers. They kept thrusting, clawing, and rubbing until her insides became raw with an unstoppable desire that soared higher and higher… And exploded into fireworks of ecstasy. She reached out to grab his shoulder for support as her body convulsed under that massive height of bliss, but he grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the wall. His broad, muscled chest came upon her curves, adding pressure to her tidal waves of euphoria coursing through her body. Aroused, she came again—hard and swift. ***** Sarkon wiped the fogged