Over the next several days, Derek couldn’t stay away. Every night after lights out, he quietly made his way to Stiles’s cell, unlocked the door, and spent hours buried deep inside her. They fucked like animals—raw, loud, and nonstop. Stiles rode him until her legs gave out, he bent her over the bed and pounded her from behind, and she sucked his cock until he painted her throat. Night after night, the small cell filled with the wet sounds of skin slapping, filthy moans, and dirty promises.

It had been a full week since Stiles arrived at the prison, and five intense days of secret fucking.