His free hand slid up her body, gripping her throat, holding her exactly where he wanted her. His forehead pressed against hers, his voice low, wicked, dangerous—
"Is this what you wanted?"
Savannah sobbed out a moan, her body tightening, her pulse racing.
Chase smirked, his fingers relentless. "You want me to keep going?"
"Give it to me," she shouted, the words ripped from her chest.
His control shattered.
Chase’s fingers hit her G-spot with precision, each come here motion faster, harder, more relentless. His touch was ruthless, demanding, leaving no room for restraint.
The slick sound of his fingers moving inside her, the desperate drag of her hand gripping his arm, the raw, unfiltered moans spilling from her lips—it was all too much.
Every sharp stroke sent her closer. Sent her spiraling. Savannah writhed, shaking, breaking, the pleasure overwhelming, devastating.
"Good girl. That’s it, baby." Chase’s voice was a rasp, his breath ragged, his grip tightening. "Let go. Give it to me."
She shattered.
Her body exploded, a violent, uncontrollable release tearing through her as she gasped his name, her legs trembling, her fingers clawing into his skin.
Chase didn’t stop. Didn’t slow.
He took.
And then—
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Claiming
Withapool,nowon the hardwood floor. Chase devours her, his tongue grazing her swollen clit. Each pass is a different pressure with ruthless precision, with pure fucking ownership.
His grip on her thighs tightened, keeping her exactly where he wanted her, keeping her spread, trembling, falling apart for him.
She had no control.
He had her pinned. Open. Completely at his mercy.
And fuck, he knew it.
She arched, shuddered, her nails clawing at his shoulders, at his scalp, her thighs shaking as his tongue delved deeper, his mouth moving against her like he was fucking addicted to her.
Her pulse pounded, her body tightening, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps—
And then—
Chase pulled back.
Her eyes flew open, her body screaming for more, her pulse thundering, the loss of him leaving her aching, desperate, wrecked.
But before she could protest, before she could beg him to finish what he started—
He moved.
Fast. Possessive. Unstoppable.
