His thrusts turned punishing, each snap of his hips driving me into the rock. The slap of skin echoed through the cave, mingling with our ragged breaths.
“Say I am yours,” he demanded, his teeth scraping along my tummy.
My vision blurred. “I am yours!”
Ethan bit the bottom of his lip as his c**k swelled at the base, knotting inside me again. I shattered around him, my walls milking his release as he emptied deep inside me with a low, guttural groan.
When he finally pulled out, I stood up slowly and rested my head against his chest, with him still kneeling. Our sweat-slicked bodies tangled together. His hands ran along my back while I traced the marks I’d left on his skin.
Why wasn’t he healing?
I looked up at him—and this time, his eyes weren’t darkened anymore. They were crimson red
