His eyes met mine again, blazing with fire, and then he obeyed. His hips slammed against mine harder, faster, each thrust rougher than the last. The bed rocked beneath us violently, the headboard banging against the wall in a steady rhythm that made the whole room feel like it was shaking apart.

The wet slap of our bodies colliding filled the air, mixing with my cries and moans, mixing with the harsh sound of his breathing and the animal growls tearing from his chest. Every time he drove into ...