"You feel that?" Ross growled against her ear, his voice thick with lust.
"This is how you were meant to be fucked, Cara. This is how a man takes his woman."
She could only whimper in response, her nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as her body welcomed him more with every thrust.
Her head tossed back on the pillow, her moans no longer restrained—only raw and honest pleasure spilling from her lips.
Ross kissed her again, hot and possessive, their tongues meeting in a messy, breathless tangle.
She kissed him back with surprising hunger, clinging to him like her entire world had narrowed to just this—just him.
And then she felt it.
A knot tightening in her stomach. A wave building, powerful and unstoppable.
Her body began to tremble violently, her moans turning into desperate cries as the pleasure crested to an unbearable high.
"D!!!" she screamed, her voice breaking as her climax hit her like a lightning bolt.
