The shift was immediate and absolute. The controlled, possessive rhythm Jax had established fractured, replaced by a raw, primal need that was as breathtaking as it was brutal.
The slow, deep strokes that had been stoking the fire within her became a relentless, punishing tempo, a full-scale assault that sent shockwaves of intense, almost painful pleasure through her entire body.
Jax was fucking her senseless.
The ornate headboard of the bed, carved with scenes of vampiric lore, slammed against the wall with a rhythmic, percussive beat that echoed the frantic pounding of her own heart.
Each powerful thrust drove the air from her lungs in a sharp, guttural cry, his pelvis slapping against hers with a wet, fleshy sound that was the most erotic music she had ever heard.
His golden eyes, which had been burning with a controlled fire, were now wild, untamed, burning with a feral intensity that was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.
