Ross clamped a hand over her mouth, not gentle, just firm enough to muffle it while he set a punishing rhythm.
Each snap of his hips drove her higher up the wall, her nails raking down his back, leaving angry red lines.
He fucked her like he was trying to burn the need out of her—deep, relentless, no mercy. Bella's eyes fluttered, then rolled back, whites showing as the first orgasm hit fast and vicious.
Her body seized around him, walls pulsing, thighs trembling so hard they nearly slipped.
"Ohhhh… God—again—don't stop—"
Ross didn't. He carried her to the bunk, dropped her face-down across the narrow mattress.
One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back to arch her spine; the other gripped her hip, fingers digging bruises into soft flesh.
He thrust in from behind—deeper now, the angle hitting spots that made her sob into the pillow he pressed to her face to stifle the volume.
"Ughhh—yes! Right there—fuck—"
