(Jaxon’s POV)

She’s flat on her stomach in the middle of the mattress, legs spread just wide enough for me to settle between them. The sheets are wrecked—damp patches everywhere, the faint chlorine smell of shower water still clinging to our skin mixed with the thick, heady scent of sex that’s been building since we woke up. Cressida’s ass is up slightly, back dipped in that perfect arch she makes when she’s begging without words. Her hair’s fanned across the pillow, dark strands sticking to her neck from the shower. I can see the faint red marks on her hips from where I gripped her last night, and fresh ones...