“Hold on tight. I won’t be gentle.”
She nearly melted at those words. Her desire was on such an edge that she could barely brace herself for what was to come. He slammed forward into her, seating himself in one power thrust. She cried out in pain and pleasure and the mix of both that had delighted her so much in the past.
“Beckham,” she moaned, seeing stars as he pulled back and then thrust deep inside of her again.
“Look at how well you take my cock,” he said, his hand on the small of her back for leverage as he hit deeper each time. “Look at what a good girl you are.”
“Oh fuck,” she said. The dirty talk was going to send her over the edge even faster than the rest. Her body was primed and ready, and she could barely contain herself.
This was primal. A claiming. She was Beckham’s. Beckham was hers. They belonged together.
“Almost there,” he promised, rutting faster until every movement felt layered upon the next one. Like it was all one deep thrust and there was nothing else in the world.
Sweat beaded on her body, and her legs trembled to hold her up in her high heels. But Beckham guided her forward another step and pushed her body down into the mattress. Her entire awareness returned to where he was pumping into her. Claiming, owning, taking. And she wanted nothing more than to give.
“My name when you come,” he commanded.
“Now, please,” she gasped. “Now.”
“Now,” he agreed, fucking her thoroughly.
Her body exploded at his command. She cried out his name over and over again until it was almost unintelligible. Her pussy tightened around his cock nearly to the point of pain as he unloaded inside of her. A feral roar came from him as he finished, holding her down and commanding her body.
She could be claimed by Beckham Anderson any day of the week. All days that ended in “y”—and all days that didn’t, for that matter.
He released her gently and then pulled out. She would have hit the floor if he hadn’t been there. He picked her up in his arms and lay her across the bed.
“Let me clean you up.”
She reached for him again before he could go. Still wanting.
“More,” she breathed.
He grinned that insufferably attractive smirk that got her hot all over again. “Are you sure?”
“I need you.”
His cock was already lengthening again. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked up and down until he was hard and unyielding beneath her grip. He didn’t argue further, just pushed into her. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down onto the bed as their lips touched. Their breath mingled. Their eyes met. The world stopped.
“Bite me,” she whispered as their bodies moved in tandem.
“Reyna,” he groaned. He slowed his movements. “I don’t want to get carried away like last time.”
“Then don’t.”
“I can’t promise…”
“I want all of you, Beckham,” she said sincerely, wrapping her legs around his powerful body. “And I want you to have all of me, too.”
She knew the moment he decided to give in. His breathing slowed. His pupils dilated. His fangs flashed.
“Just a small amount.”
“Yes,” she gasped, turning her head to expose her neck for better access.
His fangs pricked into her neck.
The second the venom hit her, she sighed with sweet relief. Endorphins flooded her system. She felt incredible. Beyond incredible.
