My pants and briefs follow. My cock springs free, hard and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip.
I position myself behind her, the head of my cock nudging against her slick entrance. The vulnerability in her posture tugs at me, a protective instinct flaring hot in my veins.
“Tell me you want this,” I demand, voice laced with need, my hands gripping her hips.
“Yes,” she breathes, pushing back against me. “I want you inside me.”
With a groan, I push forward, inch by inch, her pussy stretching around my thickness. She's so tight, so warm, it takes every ounce of control not to thrust deep immediately.
A soft whimper escapes her lips, but she urges me to continue. Emotions choke me, the trust she's giving me feeling like a gift I don't deserve, yet one I'll cherish.
I bottom out, fully sheathed in her, and pause, letting her adjust. Her walls flutter around me, pulling me deeper, and the sensation is overwhelming, a mix of physical bliss and emotional depth that makes my chest tighten.
“You're doing so well,” I praise, leaning over her to kiss her shoulder, my breath hot against her skin. “Taking me like this, so perfect.”
Slowly, I start to move, pulling back and sliding in again, building a rhythm. Her moans grow louder, pain giving way to pleasure as her body adapts. The cabin fills with the sounds of our joining, skin slapping against skin, her wetness easing each thrust.
My possessiveness surges, hands roaming her body, one sliding up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple until she arches. I need her to feel owned, cherished, utterly claimed.
“Mine,” I growl, thrusting harder now, the table creaking under us. Sweat slicks our skin, her hazel eyes glazing over with lust when she glances back at me.
I reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in firm circles as I pound into her. The dual sensations push her toward the edge again, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my cock. Emotions pour through me, fierce love and dominance intertwining, making each stroke feel like a vow.
She comes undone first, screaming my name as her orgasm hits, walls milking me tight.
The pressure builds unbearably, and with a final, deep thrust, I follow, cock pulsing as I cum inside her, filling her with hot spurts.
The release shakes me to my core, a profound sense of connection washing over me, leaving me breathless and sated.
We collapse together, my body covering hers protectively as we catch our breath. I pull her from the table into my arms, turning her to face me, and hold her close against my chest.
Her heart beats wildly against mine, and in that moment, surrounded by the cabin's quiet warmth, I feel a fierce protectiveness bloom. She's mine now, safe in my hold, and nothing will touch her while I'm here.
The fire crackles softly in the corner, casting flickering shadows over our tangled limbs. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my scarred skin, and she looks up at me with those hazel eyes, now soft and trusting.
A swell of emotion rises in my throat, unexpected and raw. I've claimed her body, but something tells me she's already staking her own claim on my soul.
“Stay with me,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my voice rough from the intensity.
She smiles, nestling closer, her warmth seeping into me like a balm. “I'm not going anywhere.”
“Think you can handle me one more time?”
Chapter 6
Violet
Heasksitlikea challenge.
I’m still wrapped around him, my cheek against his chest, his scent everywhere. My body feels loose and heavy and claimed in a way I don’t have words for.
Claimed.
The word doesn’t scare me the way it should.
It settles into my bones like it belongs there.
He filled me. Held me. Looked at me like I wasn’t fragile.
