Winter barely had a moment to catch her breath before Kalix flipped her onto her stomach. With a growl low in his throat, he gripped her hips, lifting her backside toward him, and drove into her in a single, punishing thrust.
A gasp tore from Winter's lips as she clutched the armrest, her knuckles whitening from the force.
Kalix moved inside her with feverish, relentless power, his body still rigid and aching despite the release they had just shared. If anything, it had only stoked the fire burning inside him hotter.
Her entire body quaked under the brutal, raw rhythm he set, each thrust claiming her deeper, harder. His fist tangled into her hair, yanking her head back like reins, forcing her to arch for him, submit to him.
Winter knew she had unleashed something untamable—a beast that had been caged for far too long. And she didn't care. She craved him just as desperately, matching his hunger, her heart pounding with every furious slam of his hips against hers.
