My golden eyes are fixed on her face, tracing every flicker of pain, every flutter of her lashes. The predatory gleam is still there, but it’s layered with something else.
Something that looks dangerously like awe.
“Vel,” I breathe, and it’s a prayer. A curse. A truth. “My Veli.”
My hand moves from her hair, trailing down her spine, a possessive, proprietary touch that leaves goosebumps in its wake. I grab her hip, my grip bruising, and use the leverage to change the angle of my thrusts.
A jolt of pure, unexpected pleasure shoots through her.
A gasp escapes her lips.
A low, satisfied growl rumbles in my chest. “There,” I rasp, and I do it again.
And again.
Her hips begin to move, a small, instinctive rocking back against me. A silent plea for more.
I reward her with a harder thrust, a deeper grind that sends sparks behind her eyelids.
“Good girl,” I praise, the words a dark, sensual caress. “Take what I give you.”
My thumb finds her clit again, and this time, the touch is not just demanding. It’s knowing. It circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, a slow, maddening pressure that builds the heat inside her, stoking it into a bonfire.
The pain is a distant memory now, a ghost beneath a wave of pure, unadulterated sensation. Her body is a live wire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. She is overwhelmed, submerged, drowning in the feel of me.
“Kaiven,” she gasps, my name a ragged, desperate sound on her lips.
I still.
My entire body goes rigid above her.
My name, spoken in that breathless, wanting voice, has broken something in me.
I pull back, my cock sliding out of her in a slow, deliberate motion that leaves her feeling achingly empty. Then I flip her over with a strength that is both terrifying and effortless.
She is on her hands and knees before she can even process the movement. I grab her hips, pulling them up, positioning her to my liking. Her back is arched, her ass in the air, her most vulnerable places exposed to me. To the firelight. To my gaze.
A fresh wave of fear, cold and sharp, cuts through the haze of pleasure.
My hand smooths over her lower back, a surprisingly gentle touch. “Vah,” I murmur. Stay.
I push back inside her.
The angle is deeper, more intense. A full-body invasion that makes her cry out, her fingers digging into the thick furs.
I set a punishing pace.
A hard, fast, brutal rhythm that rocks her forward with every thrust. The sounds are obscene now—the wet slap of our bodies, my harsh grunts, her choked little moans.
I am fucking her.
Breeding her.
Claiming her from the inside out.
My hand comes down on her ass with a sharp, stinging slap.
She yelps, more in surprise than pain.
