Long, deep thrusts that made her body jolt forward each time, her ass cheeks rippling from the impact? Or maybe she was flat on her back on his bed, legs draped over his broad shoulders, her knees bent wide as he drove into her slow and steady, those dark eyes locked on hers, watching every twitch and gasp as he fucked her open, inch by inch, until she was begging without words?

I pictured his jaw clenching tight, veins standing out on his neck, that tattooed skin stretched over muscles that didn't waste a single motion. He was the type who stayed in total control, even when he was buried...