She never finished what she was about to say.
Zion slammed into her again, a sharp, merciless thrust that stole the rest of her words. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the open space, his pace turning feral, hard, fast, relentless.
Her breath hitched in ragged sobs of pleasure as her back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders. Her mind went blank, her body overwhelmed as if every thrust pushed her higher, closer, until she was right there, dangling at the edge of a cliff, unable to think, unable to breathe, only feel.
"Good girl," Zion growled, his voice dripping with approval as a wicked grin tugged at his lips. "Then let me reward you properly…"
