Scarlett.

I writhed under Jaxon, my hands tightly grasping the sheets under my body as my mate rocked into me. My insides were set on fire, every deep stroke hitting my sweet spot with so much precision. The sound of skin slapping skin filled our bedroom as we became one. A day after my return home, we couldn’t resist each other despite Jaxon insisting that I needed to heal completely.

"I missed this, fuck,” he grunted above me, his warm breath fanning the back of my ear.

"Me too,” I panted, biting my lower lip when he increased the speed, rocking my body into the mattress. With every thrust, my...