‘Arno has my wrists locked in a grip above my head as he presses me to the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he slips in and out of me in fevered, rapid thrusts. His desire for me matches mine for him, and we are relentless in our lovemaking. His driving thrusts push me closer and closer to ecstasy, and when he leans in to claim my lips for a kiss, I feel the waves of my orgasm wash over me.’