Chapter Twenty-One
Jasmine
Donovan’s strength surrounded me as he held me against him with the wooden door cool against my back. He held me easily as he f****d me in a dizzying, maddening slow circle, driving inside me to the hilt—again and again and again.
He stretched me and filled me, the sensation so delicious, I felt drugged, nearly incoherent with need. Every time he drove in, he hit that sweet spot inside. With each rock of his hips, the pressure against my c**t sent hot sparks through me as I chased another sweet release.
His fingers dug into my hips, and I heard myself murmuring his name, begging and pleading—frantic as pressure gathered inside me again, rolling into a wave.
“Look at me,” he murmured, his voice a warm command that I couldn’t deny.
Dragging my eyes open, I fo
