He grabbed her hips and began moving again, the same brutal rhythm he'd maintained throughout. His thrusts were perfectly timed, each one designed to maximize her pleasure and her pain simultaneously.
The headboard was hitting the wall with each movement. The sound of skin against skin was loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear.
Isabella didn't care. She was too far gone to care about anything except the feeling of being completely, utterly destroyed.
***
POV: DANTE
She was coming again.
Her third orgasm in the last five minutes. Her body was so responsive, so perfectly trained to respond to his touch, that she was practically vibrating with need.
Dante could feel his own orgasm building in the base of his spine. Could feel the pressure mounting as her pussy clenched around him.
But he held it back. Held on to control with the same iron discipline he held on to everything else in his life.
He wasn't going to come until she had nothing left to give.
