In Bed With The MC President
I screamed, my head hitting the mirror behind me with a dull thud.
He filled me completely, stretching me, possessing me. It was too much, and yet not enough.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into the leather of his cut, trying to pull him closer, trying to merge my body with his.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I had to look at him. "You feel that? That’s not a husband. That’s a Reaper."
He began to move, his rhythm punishing. Thrust. Drag. Thrust.