"Too much?" The teasing began when Chase withdrew, only to thrust back into her with brutal force.
Her nails raked down his back as she pressed her head against the wall. "Fuck—!"
"That's right," he growled. "Say it."
Then he fucked her.
Hard. Fast. Relentless.
Each thrust slammed her against the wall, her legs trembling as she clung to his waist.
Chase wrapped his hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her heartbeat stutter.
He panted against her skin, his fingers rubbing brutal circles over her clit through their clothing. "You were made for this." He had one purpose—to claim her like this.
She couldn't stop herself from gripping onto him as he sank deeper, harder.
She was close.
Too fucking close.
Chase's thrusts grew rougher, more desperate, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoing around them. "Come on, Innes," he ordered. "Come for me. Come while I'm inside you."
And she did.
Hard.
