Tessa
“f**k,” he groaned, his grip tightening as he felt me fall apart around him. “That’s it. Look at you, making such a f*****g mess for me.”
In a blur of strength, he pushed me down flat, pressing my belly into the plush mattress. His body caged mine, his hand wrapping firmly around my throat again, grounding me, binding me in the best way.
And then he was inside me again—deep, relentless, his c**k stretching me open as he took me from behind with pure, unfiltered need.
Each stroke was sharp, deliberate, ruthless. The controlled pressure of his grip at my throat made every gasp sharper, every sensation more intoxicating. I was trapped between him and the bed, pinned beneath the sheer force of his hunger, every thrust branding me as his.
His grip tightened just enough to send a dizz
