Nina

“Jaxon,” I whimper.

His grip tightens, and for a brief moment, I think he might hesitate. But then he pulls back, only to thrust forward again, deeper this time, and I can’t stop the moan that spills from my lips. He curses under his breath, his control snapping as he sets a brutal pace, each movement pushing me further into the wall.

“This what you wanted?” he growls, his voice rough and edged with desperation. “For me to ruin you?”

I can’t answer, can’t think. All I ...