EMBER’S POV

The stretch burns so good. He’s so thick I feel every ridge, every inch forcing me open, and he doesn’t give me time to adjust.

He just starts fucking me—hard, fast, the same way he fights.

Every thrust slams me back into the mat, the wet sound of my cunt taking him loud and filthy between us.

I’m soaked, dripping around him, and the way he fills me has my toes curling inside my shoes.

His hand grips my thigh and shoves it wider. The other plants beside my head, caging me in.

His face hovers right above mine, jaw tight, eyes locked on every flutter of my...