"Breathe." His hand wraps around my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Grounding me. "You can take it. You're going to take all of it."
He pushes deeper. Those ridges drag against my walls, hitting spots I didn't know existed. My body stretches around him, accommodates him, learns him.
"That's it." His voice is wrecked. "That's my girl. Taking me so fucking well."
When he's fully seated, he stops. Lets me feel every inch. The fullness is overwhelming—I've never been this full, this claimed, this completely possessed.
"Look at me."
I open my eyes. His face hovers above mine, tusks catching the light, eyes burning with feral possession.
"You're mine now." Not a question. A statement of fact. "This pussy is mine. These sounds you're making—mine. Every fucking part of you belongs to me."
"Yes."
"Say it again."
"I'm yours."
He pulls back and slams home.
I scream. He swallows the sound with his mouth, teeth and tusks and tongue, kissing me raw while he fucks me with long, brutal strokes. Those ridges drag against my G-spot on every thrust. The headboard cracks against the wall. The bed frame groans.
He doesn't slow down.
His hand is still on my throat. His mouth finds my ear.
"Days of wanting this. Days of jerking off in the shower thinking about this tight cunt. You have any idea what you've done to me?"
"Show me." I wrap my legs around him, pull him deeper. "Show me what I've done to you."
Something snaps.
He rears back, grabs my hips with both hands, and pounds into me so hard the breath punches out of my lungs. The angle changes—deeper, more intense—and I can't think, can't breathe, can only hold on as he takes what he needs.
"Mine." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Mine."
I'm going to break. I'm going to shatter into a thousand pieces and I don't care. I want him to wreck me. Want to feel this for days.
"Come for me." His voice drops, guttural and commanding. "Right fucking now."
My body obeys before my brain catches up. The orgasm crashes through me—violent, consuming, endless. I scream his real name—Ravgor—and feel myself clench around him, feel those ridges dragging through my contractions.
His whole body jerks at the sound. A roar tears out of him—inhuman, feral—and he slams into me so hard the bed frame shrieks.
"Again," he snarls. "Say it again—"
"Ravgor—"
He comes apart. Buries himself to the hilt and groans my name as he spills inside me. I feel every pulse. Every throb. The heat of him flooding me, marking me from the inside.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
His weight presses me into the mattress. I should feel crushed. I feel claimed. Owned. Exactly where I belong.
His heart pounds against my chest. Or maybe that's my heart. I can't tell anymore.
He shifts, starts to pull away, and I grab his arm.
