A guttural groan ripped from my throat as her ass collided with my hips, the sensation electrifying. Something similar left Cora’s lips—a needy, strangled sound that only drove me deeper into the moment. I knew this wasn’t going to be gentle. This wasn’t going to be soft, or sweet, or poetic. There were no flowers, no stolen glances across candlelit tables, no whispered secrets over coffee. This wasn’t the kind of romance she probably deserved. But from the way her hot, wet p***y clenched around me—tight, eager, slick—it felt like this was exactly what she needed.
This wasn’t just s*x. It wasn’t making love. What we were doing now—it was mating in the most primal, unfiltered sense of the word. This was a claiming. This was me marking her, making her mine in a way so raw it scraped every c
