Hera's POV
He starts moving, and I immediately understand that everything before this was him being gentle.
He pins my wrists behind my back with one hand and drives into me with a force that shoves me forward on the sleeping bag.
The stretch of him is overwhelming, thick enough that every drag against my swollen walls sends sparks shooting up my spine. The angle, face down with my hips tilted up, means he’s hitting something deep enough that my eyes water with every thrust.
“Jake! oh f**k —” I moan into the sleeping bag.
“Yeah?” he grinds deeper, rolling his hips before slamming forward again. “That’s the spot, isn’t it? I can feel you squeezing me every time I hit it.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, pushing my hips back to meet him. “Please, harder —”
He gives me harder. His free hand grip
