"Yes, I'm yours, Riley," Monique whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of surrender and desperate need as she nodded slowly, her dark eyes locked on his.
Only then did Riley move, rising above her like a predator finally unleashed.
He mounted her with raw, primal urgency—fierce and unrestrained, like a wild stallion claiming his mare in the heat of the open plains.
His strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, positioning her exactly where he wanted her.
The heat of his body pressed down on hers, heavy and overwhelming, his breath hot against her neck as he leaned in.
Pak.
Pak.
Pak.
The sharp, rhythmic sounds of skin meeting skin filled the room as he drove into her with relentless, punishing force.
Each thrust nailed her deeper into the mattress, the bedframe creaking and groaning beneath them, threatening to splinter under the sheer power of his strokes.
