The second entry was nothing like the first. There was no slow, torturous glide, no deliberate inch-by-inch possession.
With one powerful, relentless thrust, Jax buried himself to the hilt inside her once more, a forceful, possessive act that stole the air from Willow's lungs and sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated ecstasy shooting through her entire being.
The sound that escaped her lips was a strangled, guttural cry, a primal scream of pleasure and submission.
He was so deep, deeper than before, the new angle allowing him to press against her cervix with an intensity that was almost painful, a deep, internal ache that was the most exquisite pleasure she had ever known.
He didn't pause or give her a moment to adjust. He immediately began to move, his hips pulling back and then slamming forward with a brutal, punishing rhythm.
