Rhys
Kayden screamed out in pure, overwhelming ecstasy, his fingers instantly clawing desperately at the bedsheets before ripping them away to find my bare back. His fingernails dug fiercely and deeply into my skin, dragging down my spine in sharp, painful lines that only fueled me to pound into him with an even more unhinged, merciless, animalistic rhythm.
Desperate for an even tighter, deeper angle, I flipped him roughly onto his hands and knees. I reached forward without hesitation, wrapping one strong hand firmly around the front of his throat, pulling his back flush and tight against my sweaty chest as I began to fuck him relentlessly from behind like I was in rut.
The loud, skin-on-skin slapping contact was absolutely deafening in the room.
