The brutal, pounding rhythm was a primal symphony, the only music in the universe that mattered.
Jax was a relentless force of nature, his hips a powerful piston driving his massive cock into her again and again.
Each thrust was a declaration of ownership, a brutal, loving conquest that was reshaping her very soul.
Orianna was lost in a haze of pure sensation, her mind a blank, white canvas wiped clean by the overwhelming pleasure.
She was a creature of instinct, of pure, unadulterated need, and her only instinct was to take more, to feel more, to be more completely his.
But Jax was a master of control, and he was about to demonstrate it in the most devastating way possible.
He slowed his pace, just for a moment, a brief, deceptive lull in the storm.
Orianna whimpered at the sudden loss of intensity, a desperate, confused sound that was cut short by a sharp gasp.
