The world had narrowed to the brutal, rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh and the raw, guttural sounds of their shared depravity.
Jax was a force of nature, a primal beast driven by the singular, all-consuming need to claim, to dominate, to possess. And Sabrina was his territory, her tight, hot ass the final frontier he was conquering with relentless, brutal force.
His grip on her hips was iron, his fingers digging so deep into her flesh he knew he would leave bruises that would last for days.
He used those bruises as handholds, pulling her back onto his cock with every powerful forward thrust, impaling her again and again on his thick, unforgiving length.
He was using her, truly using her, as nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, a tight, warm sheath for his cock, and the complete, total submission of it all was pushing Sabrina to heights of ecstasy she had never known.
