Alpha Evon’s grip tightened around the back of Kayla’s neck, gripping her hair alongside it, his hand firm as he forced her to arch her back, though it seemed her body responded instinctively to his dominance. As she bent forward, her back curving under the pressure of his hand, her breasts dangled, brushing lightly against the wall as she shifted, her posture both submissive and inviting.
He leaned in close, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it back, causing her to let out a small, involuntary whimper.
I could see his face hovering near hers, his breath causing her skin to twitch in response.
“I bet you’re already wet,” he muttered, his tone dripping with both cruelty and desire. He bit his lower lip as his gaze roamed over her body.
With a rough tug, he pulled down his pajam
