THE SECOND CHANCE OF THE SINFUL ALPHA WHO HATES ME
My body arched to meet his, and with every thrust, something electric sparked under my skin.
"Nathan," his name escaped my lips in a trembling whisper. I wasn't sure if I was begging him to slow down or go faster.
Our breathing filled the room, mixing with soft moans and gasps. His scent surrounded me completely, and something deep inside me felt like it was breaking apart and reforming all at once.
After what felt like forever, I noticed his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. I could feel him growing tenser inside me. He groaned and trembled above me, lost in sensations I was only beginning to understand.