Chapter 36

Noh Ayla’s response was immediate, her arms wrapping themselves around Evan’s neck as she pulled him closer. Her lips were soft and inviting, her tongue dancing with his in a sensual waltz that left them both breathless.

As they kissed, Evan’s hands roamed Noh Ayla’s body, his fingers tracing the contours of her skin with a gentle reverence. And when he finally reached the juncture of her thighs, Noh Ayla’s body arched up, her hips grinding against his in a movement that was both desperate and wanton.

Evan’s fingers delved deeper, his touch igniting a spark of desire that threatened to consume them both. And when he finally inserted his fingers into the entrance of her vagina, Noh Ayla’s body shuddered, her hips bucking up in a movement that was both primal and erotic.

Without a word, Evan’s fingers began to move, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through Noh Ayla’s body.

Her eyes locked onto his, a look of pure desire burning in their depths as she reached out and grabbed his cock, twisting it twice at the entrance of her labia before stuffing it in.

Evan’s body shuddered, his hips bucking up in a movement that was both sudden and inevitable. And then, in a movement that was both gentle and brutal, he thrusted forward, his body crashing into Noh Ayla’s in a wave of pleasure that left them both breathless.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, Evan’s hips pumping up and down as he rode Noh Ayla’s body with a fierce intensity. Noh Ayla’s eyes locked onto his, a look of pure desire burning in their depths as she moaned loudly, her body arching up in a movement that was both desperate and wanton.

Evan’s body was a living, breathing thing, his muscles tensing and relaxing in a rhythm that was both primal and erotic. And when he finally came, his body shuddering in a wave of pleasure that left him breathless, Noh Ayla’s body followed, her hips bucking up in a movement that was both sudden and inevitable.

As they lay there, their bodies still entwined, Evan’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. And when he finally looked down at Noh Ayla, her eyes locked onto his, a look of pure desire burning in their depths.

It was a sultry evening, and Noh Ayla lay on the bed, her eyes locked onto Evan’s, her expression a mix of desperation and longing.

“Evan ... you ... go ... slow ... aunty ... can’t ... take ... it ... anymore...” she pleaded, her voice a mere whisper, a desperate attempt to slow the pace of their lovemaking. But to Evan, those words were like fuel to a fire, igniting a spark within him that threatened to consume them both.

As he gazed into her eyes, he could see the desperation there, the plea for mercy, and it only served to heighten his arousal. He felt a surge of power and control, knowing that he was the one who had brought her to this point, that he was the one who had pushed her to the edge of endurance. And in that moment, he was hooked, his sadistic side rising to the surface like a beast unleashed.

He thought to himself, “She thinks she’s had enough, but I’ve only just begun. She thinks she’s reached her limit, but I’ll show her that she’s capable of so much more.” And with that thought, his hands moved with a slow, deliberate pace, his fingers dancing across Noh Ayla’s skin, sending shivers down her spine. It was a tease, a tantalizing promise of what was to come, and Evan reveled in the anticipation that built within him.

But then, something inside of him snapped, and he was overcome with a fierce, primal urge to claim her, to possess her, to make her his. He started fucking her with a ferocity that left her breathless, each thrust a testament to his unbridled passion, each movement a declaration of his dominance. And as he looked into her eyes, he could see the shock, the surprise, and the submission, and it only served to fuel his desire, to push him further, to make him want to take her even harder, even faster, even deeper.

In that moment, Evan was lost in his own world of desire, a world where he was the master, and Noh Ayla was his willing slave. He was driven by a singular focus, a focus that was centered on his own pleasure, his own gratification, and his own dominance. And as he pounded into her, he could feel himself getting closer, closer to the edge, closer to the point of no return, and he knew that he would stop at nothing to claim his prize, to make her his, to make her scream his name.

As he pumped in and out of her, Noh Ayla felt herself soaring on a wave of ecstasy, her senses heightened to a point where she felt as if she was floating on air.