His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back hard enough to make my spine bow. My gasp is half pain, half want, swallowed by the rain and the slap of mud under my knees.
“Say it.”
He lets go of my hair and uses both hands to spread my cheeks apart. Then he spits—hot, filthy and wet—letting it drip down over the hole he’s about to ruin. The act is obscene and perfect.
“Say it. Tell me what I’m about to do to you.” His voice breaks open with need.
I look back at him over my shoulder. “You said you were going to fuck me in my ass.”
He groans, the words wrecking him. His fingers dig in tighter.
“And what does that mean?”
I pant, nails clawing the dirt, soaked and shaking. “It means you own me. I’m yours.”
He leans forward and kisses the side of my face. “Fucking right you are.”
The blunt head of his cock is at my entrance, pushing and pressing. I’m not ready for this.
But I also am. Fuck, I need it—his cock inside me.
He thrusts and I scream, body arching and stretching around him. Pain lances white-hot through me, tearing a scream from my throat.
Fuck, it burns. Despite that, I push back. Because this is what I want. What I crave.
He growls something I don’t quite catch, both hands grabbing my hips, holding me in place as he drives deeper, grinding into me with raw, punishing intent.
“You’re mine. Every part of you belongs to me. Even this.Especiallythis. Say it, Laurette.”
He slams into me again, and this time the pain sharpens into pleasure and need.
I choke on a moan.
“Yes, I’m yours. Every part of me. Every hole.”
His pace turns savage.
Wet skin slaps. Rain drowns out the stars. My ass burns, stretched wide around him, body rocked forward with every thrust. It’s too much. It’s not enough. I’m nothing but need, gutted open, filled with him until I don’t know where I end and he begins.
And when I break, when the sobs turn to whimpers, when my body goes limp beneath him, he doesn’t stop. He owns. And I’ve never been so fucking free.
He delivers another brutal thrust, and I scream. My body locks up, stretched wide around the thick, unforgiving intrusion of his cock in my ass. It’s too much, too perfect. It’s everything he promised and more.
“Fuck, yes,” Bastien snarls behind me, voice wrecked. “You take it so fucking well. Your hole’s been waiting for me to ruin it.”
He slams into me again, harder, deeper, grinding in with a filthy groan.
“Look at that. So fucking tight, clenching around me. Your ass knows who owns it.”
Every stroke punches a cry from my throat, a broken moan swallowed by the forest. I can’t think. Can’t breathe. He’s everywhere—inside me, over me, around me—body pounding into mine like he wants to fuck me through the ground.
“Is this what you secretly want? To be hunted? Caught? Claimed? Fucked like an animal?”
“Yes!” Fuck, yes.
My body seizes. Pleasure detonates low and brutal and deep. I shatter—mouth open in a silent scream, ass clenching hard around him as I come, shaking so hard I almost collapse. But he keeps going.
“Oh, fuck, yes. That’s it, my good little girl. Milk my cock, baby. Let me feel you gripping it.”
