Devon

I slam her against the wall of her bedroom. Something falls from a shelf and breaks against the floor. I ignore it, my bare feet slicing on the broken shards of glass.

She rakes my back with her nails, and I relish the sensation of her heat on my skin. Our breaths are hot and heavy, fueled with hate and mad desire.

I rub my hands all over her, feeling the fineness of her curves. I grab her bottom, squeezing the skin there. She cries out in pleasure as I use ...