Her fingers curled into the sheets, even as she tried to get closer to me. She didn’t know if she should pull away or pull me closer. I’d decide for her. I took her wrists, then pinned them above her head with a single hand. She inhaled sharply.
“Shh,” I murmured darkly. “If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t be breathing.”
Her eyes widened.
“Relax,” I purred. “This is me holding back. Cause if I didn’t, you’d be shackled to the bed, unable to move, while I took what we both want.”
Her legs tightened around me instinctively. A mistake. Because the second her thighs squeezed my waist, something darker surged up inside me—territorial, feral, violent with want. I growled—an actual, guttural sound—pressing my body fully into hers, letting her feel the heat, weight, and threat of exactly what was about to happen.
“You don’t touch another man after this,” I said against her mouth, voice shaking with barely restrained possessiveness. “You don’t even look at one. If someone else breathes too close to you, I’ll remove their lungs.”
She shivered and arched her hips toward me. I smiled—slowly, wickedly, hungrily.
“There she is,” I murmured. “My good girl.”
Her breath hitched hard. I kissed her then—no hesitation, no gentleness. It was not a regular kiss. It was a claim. A warning. A promise written in teeth and tongue and years of starvation. And I used the kiss to make her melt beneath me. Yearn for me so deeply that there was no question about what we were about to do. She was going to submit to me and accept me as hers. Inreturn, I was going to accept her submission and make it flourish into something we both felt.
She moaned—broken, confused, wanting.
I drank it.
My mouth dragged down her neck, biting harder this time—enough that she gasped, enough that she’d feel the ache tomorrow. I wanted her to feel me when she awakened. I wanted her to feel me in her bones. Her soul. Her entire fucking being.
I released her hands, only to grab her hips and drag her down against me with a roughness that made her cry out. Not in pain. In need. She was so needy that her pussy dripped onto my groin. I hissed, unable to deny how much that shit turned me on.
Her eyes fluttered.
“Look at me.”
She obeyed instantly.
I hovered at her entrance, the heat between us unbearable. My breath roughened. Darkness threaded through every word as I whispered:
“After tonight, you’ll never be free of me.”
Her lips parted in a soft, stunned exhale. And then I took her —
When she gasped, I had a moment of realization before I was buried inside her. She was tight, but it was too late to pull out and make this right. No condom…
I growled because I’d never... ever… felt a woman like this before. I always made sure that I was safe. Always made sure that there were no consequences for my actions. I moved to withdraw, but her greedy cunt pulled me back inside. Sweat gathered at my temples as I tried to fight the overwhelming need that threatened to take over.
Cum inside her.
No... I moved to withdraw, but again I was pulled back to that place inside her where heaven was created. I gave into thesensations, throwing caution to the wind. Needing to feel her like this.
“Dmitri…” she moaned.
“Fuck!” I couldn’t clear the mania that seemed to be breaking me down.
Own her. Fuck her. Mark her…
No, I wasn’t some fictional wolf, but the thoughts swirling inside my head became a motivational chant. One so loud that it canceled reason.
I gripped her waist, holding her in place while I stroked her deliberately. Long strokes. Hard. Deep. Punishing.
“Dmitri…” she whined.
“Shh... take this for me.” I coached her. “Stay right here and take all of me.”
