"Fuck, Jane," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're driving me crazy."
But she couldn't answer.
She could barely breathe. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she collapsed against the sheets, completely spent—yet her body still pulsing, still aching for more.
Ross didn't stop. He slowed, yes—his strokes now deep and deliberate—but he didn't stop.
He was savoring her now, feeling every inch of her, his eyes locked on her flushed, tear-streaked face.
She looked beautiful—utterly wrecked and glowing.
He leaned down, brushing his lips over hers, tasting her gasps, whispering into her ear, "I'm not done with you yet."
Jane whimpered, her voice hoarse. "I… I don't know if I can take more…"
Ross grinned, his cock still rock-hard inside her. "Then I'll be gentle… until you beg me not to be."
And just like that, the fire between them flared to life again.
