The angle against the wall is deep, intense, and completely unyielding. Locke holds me pinned, setting a hard, bruising pace that burns away every last drop of the day's frustration. Every thrust is deliberate, filling my cunt so completely that the whole world narrows down to the heat of his skin, the grip of his hands on my ass, and the low, primal sounds in his chest.
“You’re mine, Zara," he says, his eyes locked on mine, stripping away every defense I have left. "All mine."
“All yours," I gasp, my nails digging into the muscle of his back, holding him as tight as I humanly can. “Only yours.”
The rhythm builds, wild and feral, the friction rising until it’s impossible to breathe. Locke’s movements turn harder, faster, his jaw set as he chases the edge alongside me. I arch into him, c
