Every sound she made was a victory chant in my blood, Crow instincts sitting back likelook what’s ours,smug feral bastard.
She wanted me
And she didn’t hide it.
Her thighs trembled around me as I rocked in deeper, slow enough to keep from hurting her, firm enough to let her body learn me.
Her mouth fell open on a moan she couldn’t swallow. “Vince… oh my god…”
I swallowed my own groan against her throat. If I let myself smirk, this would turn feral fast. But fuck, every inch inside her screamedmine mine mine.
I kept my thumb circling softly between her legs, kept my other hand braced on her hip so she didn’t shy away. “That’s it. Let Daddy take care of the pain. Let me do the work.”
Her hips lifted into mine with a sudden, desperate little push, like she didn’t care that it hurt, she needed more.
Possession roared so loud I nearly lost my rhythm.
“Baby…you’re gasping… you need more,” I murmured, kissing her collarbone, “don’t you?”
A shaky nod. “I do—God—I do?—”
My hand tightened on her hip.
My Crow fucking gloated.
Like I’d just claimed the greatest prize the dynasty had ever bred and parade it in front of every rival alive.
Look what you don’t get. Look who chose me.
I pushed in deeper, slow, and her body opened for me with a trembling cry, her nails scraping lightly through my hair.
“My perfect girl.”
She gasped again, different this time. Not pain. Need. I felt herchoosingme with every inch she took. And it ruined. She was responding like I’d given her the world.
And fuck… I had fallen for her.
Not the sweet kind.
The Crow kind. The savage, permanent, fucking territorial kind. The kind that buried pride six feet deep and left no exit plans.
RIP to any ego I’d ever had, because I would do anything to keep this girl as mine.
Anything. That was dangerous. When I already lacked moral boundaries.
I started to move deeper than before, through the tight pussy. Her body tensed around me, the pain flickering across her face, but she held on. For me. For her Dom.
“Such a good girl, baby… Mm… such a good girl pushing through the pain… just for me. God, baby, you’re perfect.” I murmured against her cheek, my hand sliding to her hip.
Her breath hitched at the praise. She shifted beneath me, hips tilting, pushing up into the next slow stroke like shewantedthe ache.
I eased back another inch and watched her at the exact moment I pushed forward again.
She acted like I’d given her the world with that one slow thrust.
I gave her another.
Her gasp broke in the back of her throat.
