Spearing her with my erection.
Claiming her with every ounce of my being.
I slam in hard. She cries out, but her eyes are closed, her head tipped back with pleasure.
Fuck, I need her. I plant my hands up above her shoulders so she can’t slide and f**k her with all the force inside me. It’s rough.
Rabid.
It’s far more animal than man.
I didn’t know I had this amount of passion in me, but here it is. Pouring out, mingling with hers, making me a new man. Whole again.
She’s making her noises—cries and moans and incoherent begging.
“Desiree,” I choke. Because I need to speak her name. The name of the woman who did this to me. Who turned me inside out. Reshaped me.
Her eyes open and she reaches for me. Digs her nails into my back as I slam into her supple body. She wraps her legs around
