James’s POV
She crawled onto the bed like every muscle in her body had already given up, her knees sinking into those cheap black sheets that reeked of old cologne and older sins carried out on it.
Her skin was slick, shining under the red lights, a mix of sweat and what we’d already done to her.
I could see her chest rising and falling too fast, those once perfect t**s trembling with every shaky breath. Her n*****s looked so hard. A thin string of wetness clung to her p***y lips, stretching and snapping every time she moved.
Fuck, she looked wrecked. And still hungry.
Dave didn’t say a word. He just grabbed her hips, his fingers sinking in so deep that I saw her skin go pink. He yanked her back into that brutal arch, her spine bending so hard I thought it might snap, and then,
