Kayode carried her through the dimly lit penthouse like she was something precious and breakable, yet the way his fingers dug into her thighs told her he had no intention of being gentle tonight. Adaora’s body still hummed from the first orgasm against the window, but the ache between her legs only deepened with every step he took toward the bedroom.
The moment he kicked the door shut behind them, he set her on her feet and spun her to face the mirrored wardrobe. Her reflection stared back—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, dark n*****s tight and glistening with a sheen of sweat. Kayode stood behind her, towering, his shirt half-unbuttoned, trousers open, thick c**k still semi-hard and shining with their combined release.
“Look at yourself,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough as he brushed her d
