My legs shook as I slumped against the door, my body still twitching from the orgasm he’d ripped out of me. I thought maybe just maybe—he was done.
But Zayan didn’t even pull out.
He kept me pinned there, his c**k still buried deep inside me, thick and hard as ever. His hand slid up my spine, then tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so I had no choice but to look at him over my shoulder.
“You thought I was finished?” His smirk was dark, dangerous. “Sweetheart, that was just me warming up.”
He thrust again—hard, sudden—making me gasp. My nails scraped the wood of the door as he started moving again, deeper, rougher, his hips snapping with brutal rhythm.
“Zayan, I—I can’t. . .”
“You can,” he snarled, f*****g me harder. “You’ll take every inch until you can’t even stand. Until your
