Amber.
I knew deep down I didn’t even need to ask, didn’t need to beg at all—Zeden would take me rough and hard, pounding into me like a savage beast driven by pure instinct, exactly how he craved.
I’d never had to plead for him to f**k me before, but here I was, desperate for more, his hands already weaving their dark magic, stirring up that insatiable hunger inside me.
It felt like a forbidden thirst I shouldn’t indulge, yet every time he touched me, my body snapped to attention, remembering it was his to command, his to ruin.
I hadn’t even noticed when my hips started grinding against him, my legs still wrapped around his waist in a tight straddle.
I couldn’t wrap my mind around wanting a man this fiercely, this wildly, with fire twisting low in my belly, scorching my p***y until
