Dax's POV
I hadn't planned to f**k her in the backseat.
But then Lilith curled into me—all soft curves and trembling breaths—and those goddamn eyes. Innocent yet sinful, wide with trust while her body begged for ruin.
Control snapped like a rotten rope.
My hips moved before I could stop them.
Harder. Deeper.
The primal urge to claim overtook logic. I flipped her onto her knees, hands spanning that tiny waist as I drove into her with punishing strokes.
Her dress bunched around her hips, straps slithering down to reveal porcelain skin. That f*****g cleavage—
Christ.
A heartbeat's pause to memorize the view before I pistoned into her with renewed frenzy. Her t**s bounced with each thrust, reminding me how they'd felt pressed against me earlier.
My hand moved on its own.
The secon
