Each thrust from Jax was a deep, powerful statement of ownership, a deliberate claim that seemed to reach the very core of her being.
The new position allowed him to go deeper, to touch parts of her that had never been touched before, and the sensation was mind-blowing. His pelvis slapped against her ass with a wet, rhythmic beat, a primal percussion that was the soundtrack to their raw, unadulterated passion.
His hands were on her hips, his grip firm and possessive, holding her in place as he drove into her again and again. He was watching her, his golden eyes burning with a fierce, primal fire, his gaze a physical caress that was as potent as his touch.
Then, without warning, his hand left her hip. The air whistled for a split second before a sharp, stinging smack landed on the soft flesh of her ass.
~SMACK!~
The sound echoed through the room, a sharp, percussive crack that was followed by a wave of intense, stinging pleasure.
