While the rest of the house whispered, peeked, and gossiped in the hall, Ross didn't stop—not even for a second.
Heaven was his entire world in that moment, laid bare beneath him, her body trembling with need and surrender.
The voices outside were nothing but static in his ears.
Nothing mattered—not the creaking bed, not the curious onlookers—only her.
Only the way she clung to him like she'd fall apart if he let go.
"I'm going to fuck you until you go crazy over my cock, Heaven," Ross growled into her ear, his breath hot and heavy.
And he did exactly that.
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The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room like a heartbeat gone wild.
Ross moved with unrelenting force, his hips slamming into hers, his grip tight on her waist as he anchored her down.
The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall, and the frame groaned as if pleading for mercy.
But Ross had no mercy left. Only desire. Only hunger.
