The world ceased to exist for Hydra. There was only the bed, the room, and the divine, brutal force of the man on top of her. The Demon King who was also her partner, the man who gave her the intense pleasure she couldn't fathom.
Jax's renewed, brutal rhythm was a declaration of war on her senses, a relentless assault that obliterated every thought, every memory, every fragment of her identity until nothing remained but the feeling of his cock.
All Hydra could feel was the constant spreading of her interior walls as Jax's huge cock thrusted into her over and over, hitting her deepest depths constantly.
At this point, Jax was a piston of flesh and steel, driving into her with a force that stole her breath and shattered her mind.
Each powerful thrust was a seismic event for Hydra, a deep, guttural slap of his hips against her ass that echoed in the chamber like a drumbeat of primal conquest.
