Nina
“Jaxon,” I whimper.
His grip tightens, and for a brief moment, I think he might hesitate. But then he pulls back, only to thrust forward again, deeper this time, and I can’t stop the moan that spills from my lips. He curses under his breath, his control snapping as he sets a brutal pace, each movement pushing me further into the wall.
“This what you wanted?” he growls, his voice rough and edged with desperation. “For me to ruin you?”
I can’t answer, can’t think. All I can do is feel—his hands gripping me like I might disappear, the heat of his body against mine, the way he moves inside me like he owns me. My nails scrape against the wall, my head falling forward as the pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until it’s unbearable.
“Say it,” he demands, his voice a sharp cont
