“Lady Jenna,” Maren’s voice echoed through the darkened hallway, her footsteps soft but closing in. “Are you okay?”
Jenna gasped, every nerve alight as her back pressed against the bookshelf, Drake’s muscular form pressed tightly into her. His hand gripped her thigh, holding her in place, his breath hot against her skin. His thrusts hadn’t slowed. If anything, the sound of Maren’s approach made them deeper, more intense.
Drake looked into Jenna’s eyes, his pupils blown wide, voice low and commanding. “Make her go away.”
Jenna blinked, breathless, her fingers clawing into his back. “Y-yeah, Maren,” she called out, voice cracking between gasps. “I-I’m fine.”
Her words stumbled like the rhythm of her heart. Drake didn’t stop, didn’t flinch. The sensation sent a moan tumbling from her lips
