Elena’s POV
My skirt was already shredded on the floor, but Dax wasn’t finished. His hands tore at my blouse next, buttons scattering across the room as the fabric gave way under his strength. My bra snapped with a single tug, leaving me naked, trembling beneath his shadow.
“Mine,” he growled, dragging me flat against the bed. His eyes weren’t human—dark, ravenous, a predator devouring prey. “No one else gets this body. Not Dennis. Not anyone.”
He thrust inside me in one brutal stroke, and I screamed—not in rejection, but from the overwhelming stretch of him. My body clenched tight around him, raw and too sensitive from the endless orgasms he had already wrung from me.
“Please—Dax—too much—” My voice broke, but my nails clung to his shoulders instead of pushing him away. My b
