I slipped the blanket lower, just enough to bare her ass, and my cock twitched. She didn’t stir. She was out cold, exhausted from last night. But she had to be sore from how hard I’d fucked her last night. No matter how much I needed it, I wouldn’t hurt her. So I leaned in close, my mouth brushing her ear.
“Elena,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. “Baby, wake up.”
She stirred, her brow furrowing before her eyes blinked open. She saw me, and instead of fear, there was that soft trust again.
“Reeve?” she whispered, still sleepy.
“I need you. Now.”
She nodded.
“Are you sore?”
“No,” she whispered, skating the fingertips of one hand along my jaw. “If you need me, take me.”
That was it.
I pulled her onto her back and dragged her thighs open, settling between them as if I belonged there. Because I fucking did. Her breath caught as I pushed her knees wide, baring her fully in the soft light bleeding through the curtains.
“You’re gonna take all of me again, baby,” I growled. “No warm-up. No teasing. Just my cock. Hard. Deep. Until you’re screaming my name.”
She moaned, her hips lifting for me even though her eyes were still heavy with sleep.
“Look at you,” I rasped. “Drenched and ready. I fucked you into the mattress a few hours ago, and your pussy’s still begging for it.”
“Reeve,” she breathed, squirming under me.
“You need it again, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then take it.”
I gripped her hips, lined up, and thrust inside her in one hard, claiming stroke.
She gasped—more surprise than pain—and her back arched, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist.
I buried myself to the hilt and held still for a second, my teeth clenched, trying not to come the second I felt her grip me. “That’s my good girl. Taking me so damn deep.”
She was soaked already—still wet from last time, or maybe just fucking perfect for me. Her pussy sucked me in like she didn’t want to let go, and that snapped the last thread of my restraint.
I started to move. Brutal, deep, and fast.
Our bodies slapping together filled the room, filthy and loud. She clawed at my back, her nails scoring the skin, but I didn’t slow down. Didn’t hold back.
“This pussy is mine,” I growled. “You understand me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“All of you. Every inch. Every moan. Every time you come, it’s on my cock. Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she cried out. “I’m yours.”
“That’s fucking right.”
I slammed into her harder, sweat slick between us, her tits bouncing with every thrust. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, biting her gently, tongue lashing over the swollen peak.
“You like that, baby? Like getting fucked as you belong to me?”
