Whatever she was going to say, I captured with my lips, kissing her until she clung to my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. When she started to rock against me this time, seeking that friction, I lined up at her entrance and thrust home. “Fuck,” I hissed. Tight. She was so tight. “God, you feel good.” “Jax.” Those nails dug deeper as she stretched around me. “Move.”
