Control shatters as he grips my hips and drives upward with a guttural roar, sinking nine inches of rock-hard cock into me in one slow, devastating thrust. A sharp sting flares as my virginity tears, followed immediately by a staggering feeling of absolute fullness. He’s inside me.
The sheer, impossible scale of him is a violent shock, nine inches of rock-hard cock stretching my pussy until I’m sure I’ll tear.
He’s bottoming out, his heavy balls slapping against my soaking thighs while he fills every empty, aching space I've ever had."
Slow, torturous friction follows as he begins to move, his thick cock sliding against my raw, internal pussy walls. "You feel that?" he grits out, his jaw clenched as he stares into my soul. "That’s my cock inside you. My mark."
Every wet slap of skin echoes through the quiet cabin as he picks up the pace. Unyielding and fast, he pounds into me, his cock hitting my cervix with a force that makes my toes curl. I am screaming his name, lost in the sensation of being owned by this mountain of a man.
Reaching down between our sweating bodies, his thumb finds my engorged clit and rubs it in circular, punishing motions while he thrusts.
I shatter. Blinding and white-hot, an orgasm rips through me as my pussy clamps down on his length, milking him with frantic, rhythmic pulses.
Oliver roars, his muscles knotting as he drives into me three more times, fast and brutal, before he stiffens. Wave after hot wave, I feel his thick, heavy seed pouring into me, filling me up until I’m overflowing.
He holds me tight against him, burying his face in my hair, breathing harsh and ragged. We stay like that for a long time. The fire crackles beside us. The storm rages outside. Neither matters.
Slowly, the trembling stops. He pulls back just enough to look at me. His expression is serious. Intense. He brushes a damp strand of hair off my forehead.
"You okay?" he asks, voice surprisingly gentle.
I nod, resting my forehead against his. I feel different. Changed. The girl who walked into this cabin yesterday is gone.
"I’m okay."
He kisses my nose, then shifts, lifting me effortlessly into his arms as he stands. He doesn't let me go. He carries me toward the bedroom, my legs still wrapped around his waist, his essence still dripping down my thighs.
"Where are we going?" I murmur sleepily.
"Bed," he says, kicking the door open. "You’re sleeping in my arms tonight. And tomorrow night. And every night after that."
He lays me down on the mattress, pulling the heavy quilt over us. He pulls me back against his chest, arm heavy and possessive over my waist.
"Mine," he whispers into the dark.
"Yours," I agree, closing my eyes. For the first time in my life, I know exactly where I belong.
6
OLIVER
The silence wakes me before the light. The feel of Avery’s skin against my side grounds me in this buried world.
Heavy, insulated silence follows a storm that dumped three feet of snow. The wind died down, leaving the air still and sharp as a blade.
Beside me, Avery shifts. A warm, soft weight against my ribs, her breathing slow. My arm drapes over her waist, pinning her to the mattress. I don't move. I don't want to. The memory of last night—her heat, the tight slickness of her pussy, the way she cried out when I finally broke past her barrier—burns in my brain. She is mine now. She belongs to this mountain. To me.
Peace makes my skin crawl.
I stare at the rough-hewn beams of the ceiling. The Vanguard instinct is a curse. It refuses to let me rest. It insists silence is just a pause before the next threat.
Carefully, I extract myself from the tangle of sheets. Avery makes a soft, protesting noise, her hand seeking the warmth I just stole.I pause, watching her. Dark hair fans out across my pillow. Lips swollen and pink. Wrecked. Good.
I tuck the heavy quilt around her shoulders and slide out of bed. The floorboards are ice against my bare feet. The fire in the main room burned down to embers, casting a dull orange glow across the rug where we came together.
I pull on my jeans, ignoring the bite of cold denim. I grab a flannel shirt, buttoning it as I move to the window. The world outside is blindingly white. The sun crests the peaks, turning snow-covered pines into jagged shards of gold.
My gaze sweeps the perimeter.
