Hunter spent long minutes fucking her, taking whatever she could give and pouring every part of himself into her. His thrusts were deep and heavy, each one carrying his hunger, his frustration, his obsession. The bed rocked beneath their bodies, their sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other. Mirabella’s hands clutched at the sheets, her back arched weakly, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she had done.

When his orgasm was close, Hunter reached down between their joined bodies. ...