Our Private Movie

Every stroke dragged that swelling knot over the spot that made my toes curl. His hand fisted my braid, yanking my head back so he could bite the curve of my neck—sharp enough to mark, not claim. Not yet.

“That’s it, baby—take it,” he growled between thrusts, movie-villain perfect. “Squeeze my c**k like you’re never letting go. No more Wyatt. No more sharing this tight little heaven. Gonna knot y