Mikaela couldn't breathe. A moan escaped his lips after Krul's body rubbed against him, her iced hands over his chest, holding him still as she charged with her hips over and over again. He grabbed the bedsheets, making a fist so he could bear the pleasure. Krul smiled. She had that condescending smile every damn time she railed him. "C'mon, my sweet little Mika. Let yourself go".