Sienna’s POV

“Harder. Fuck me harder, Kane.”

The words tore out of me as his hips slammed forward again, burying that thick cock to the root. My back arched off the thin hotel mattress. Rain hammered the windows hard enough to rattle the glass. The power was still dead. Only the weak glow from the parking lot lights let me see the dark hunger on his face as he drove into me.

Kane braced one hand beside my head and used the other to shove my thigh higher against his ribs. The new angle let him grind against that swollen spot inside me on every thrust. Wet, filthy sounds filled...