Her ass was flushed, thighs trembling, and her eyes… Goddess, those eyes. Heavy-lidded and locked on me over her shoulder like she was daring me to lose control.
“Kings,” she said, voice low and rough, “f**k me. No holding back. I want it rough. Deep. Like only you can give it.”
She knew exactly what she was asking for.
And I was going to give it to her.
“f**k, Princess,” I groaned as I slammed into her in one savage thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
She cried out, body jolting forward, and I gripped her hips tight enough to bruise as I pulled back and did it again. And again.
Hard. Fast. Merciless.
Shadow roared with pride.
Her moans were wrecked and beautiful, each one carving into my soul like a brand. Her p***y clamped around me like she didn’t want to let go, like she needed
