The need to spill inside her.
To mark her.
To breed her.
“I am going to fuck a baby into you,” I pant, the words broken by the force of my movements. “All night long. I will not stop. Your pussy will be sore. You will be begging me to stop. And I will not.”
My hand in her hair pulls, angling her head back further, forcing her to meet the wild, possessive heat in my eyes.
“Look at me,” I command.
Her vision swims with tears.
“Look at the male who owns you.”
My hips slam against hers, one last, brutal thrust.
I go rigid.
A roar tears from my throat, a sound of triumphant, savage possession.
And I feel it.
A hot, powerful surge deep inside her.
My seed. Marking her. Claiming her.
I collapse onto her, my full, heavy weight pinning her to the furs, my body a hot, sweaty blanket of muscle and bone and sheer, overwhelming presence. My heart hammers against her back, a wild, frantic beat that echoes her own.
For a long moment, there is only the sound of our ragged breathing.
The scent of sex and sweat and me.
The firelight dances on the hide walls, casting flickering shadows that make the tent feel both smaller and more vast.
She lies beneath me, her body aching, used, throbbing with a pain that is already beginning to blur into something else.
Her mind is a quiet space. The fear is gone. The fight is gone.
All that is left is the undeniable, staggering reality of what just happened.
I have claimed her. With my body. With the raw, primal force of my being.
Her arousal is a sharp scent in the air. My cock throbs inside her, and she gasps, her body strung tight.
“You will not leave these furs.” I whisper, a dark promise against her ear. “I am not done with you.”
My hips pull back, the friction making her whimper. It hurts, but now there’s a slick, wet heat that makes the drag of me feel different.
I thrust back in, slower this time. A deep, grinding possession that makes her whole body clench. I am impossibly large, but her body is learning my shape. Yielding to it.
“Sha,” I murmur, and it’s not a command this time. It’s a reverent whisper. “Feel me. Take me.”
I start to move again.
The pace is relentless, but the fury has softened into something more focused. More deliberate.
I am watching her.
