Chapter Eight
Jana
Finn sank into me, and I almost came instantly. It didn't matter that he’d already sent me into one spinning, glorious c****x. My need was a fiery, endless greedy force. I curled my legs around his hips and rocked into him. He was hard and thick inside of me, the stretch of his c**k inside my core so delicious I could hardly bear it. He held still for a beat and then began to move. Only for a few seconds were his strokes measured and in control. Then, we were pounding into each other, our skin slapping. He couldn't drive deep enough or fast enough. I dragged my tongue along his neck, nipping at him and savoring the salty tang of his skin. His hands gripped mine tightly.
“Jana,” he murmured, his voice a gruff whisper.
I looked up, and the dark heat in his eyes nearly
