Ruby's POV
My fingers gripped the nightstand desperately as I struggled to stay upright. The relentless rhythm behind me made my legs tremble with each powerful thrust. His hips slammed against me with such force that the sound echoed through the bedroom, my skin burning red from the impact.
"Stop moving so much," he growled, his voice rough with desire.
I bit down on the pillow to muffle my cries, arching my back deeper to give him better access. The angle sent waves of pleasure shooting through my core, and I couldn't help the desperate whimper that escaped my throat.
His hands found my waist, gripping tight as he drove into me with that familiar intensity I'd grown addicted to. Sometimes I wondered how I'd survived before this, before him claiming me so completely that walking became a challenge the next day.
"God, Elias, please," I gasped, my voice breaking.
