Rhea POV
My clothes were tossed somewhere across the room. The only sound that existed were my ragged moans, his guttural grunts, and the wet slap of skin meeting skin with a brutal, single-minded purpose.
And despite the heat of his skin that felt like a furnace against mine, despite the overwhelming force, I still clung to him tightly, wrapping my arms around his neck and digging my fingers into the sweat-slicked muscles of his back while my legs were wrapped around his waist.
“Fûck, you’re so tight,” he growled, gripping my hips so hard I knew it would leave bruises.
My head fell back, my toes curling as more breathless cries ripped out of me like I was possessed.
“You know you shouldn’t have come,” he said, pulling back slowly just to watch me clench around nothing, then slammed b
