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He whipped her again, this time across her breasts, watching her body react to the sensation. She arched her back, pushing her chest towards him, craving the sharp sting and the rush of heat that followed.

His smirk widened. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. He leaned in, kissing the spots where the whip had landed, his lips soothing the reddened skin. “I love seeing you like this.”

Ana’s breath hitched as his mouth moved over her, the contrast between the sting of the whip and the softness of his kisses heightening her arousal. “It feels so Fucking good,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Victor’s hands continued their journey, exploring every inch of her body. He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently before taking off the clips and taking her nipples between his fingers, twisting them slightly. She moaned, her body responding to every of his touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his lips trailing down to her stomach. He