She screams, her head falling back, her hands tangling in my hair. I don't give her time to adjust. I lick her, a long, broad stroke from bottom to top, tasting her sweetness. She’s already wet for me. Her body knows who it belongs to.
"Logan, please," she begs, her hips bucking against my face.
I ignore her pleas, focused solely on her pleasure. I use my tongue, teasing the swollen bud of her clit, flicking it rhythmically until she sobs my name. My hands knead her thighs, leaving marks that will fade by tomorrow, branding her.
I feel her unraveling. Her scent changes, sharpening with the heavy musk of sex. Her muscles tighten. She’s close. I suck harder, my tongue relentless, drinking her in as she shudders above me.
"Yes! Oh god, Logan!"
She clamps down around my face, her inner thighs trembling violently as the orgasm rips through her. I keep going, lapping up every drop of her pleasure until she goes limp, slumping forward over my shoulders.
I stand up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My jeans feel painfully tight. I need inside her. I need to finish this.
I undo my zipper, freeing myself. The cold air touches me for a second before I’m pressing the tip of my cock against her slick pussy. She lifts her head, her eyes hazy, her lips swollen.
"Wrap your legs around me," I order.
She lifts her legs, wrapping them high around my waist, crossing her ankles behind my back. The position opens her completely. I grab her waist, my thumbs digging into her soft flesh.
"Look at me, Savannah."
She meets my gaze.
"You are the Queen of Grizzly Peak," I tell her, my voice raw. "You rule this mountain because you rule me."
I thrust into her.
One smooth, devastating motion. I bury myself to the hilt, stretching her, filling her completely. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders through my cut. The friction burns exquisite, hot and tight and perfect.
"Mine," I grunt, beginning to move.
I set a brutal pace, the bike rocking slightly beneath her with the force of my thrusts. The juxtaposition of the violence and the pleasure intoxicates me. I claim her in the most primal way possible, out in the open, under the vast, indifferent sky.
"Logan, it’s too deep," she whines, breathless.
"It’s exactly deep enough," I snarl, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. "Take it. Take every inch."
She cries out, her head falling back again. I watch her face, memorizing every expression. The furrow of her brow, the parting of her lips, the flush spreading down her throat. The only view I ever want.
The tension coils in my belly, hot and heavy. I feel the primitive urge to breed her, to leave something permanent inside her that no one can ever wash away.
"I’m going to fill you," I warn her, my hips snapping against hers. "I’m going to mark you inside."
"Do it," she sobs, tightening around my cock. "Please, Logan. fill me."
That breaks me. I groan, a guttural sound torn from my chest, and drive into her hard, once, twice, three times. On the final thrust, I hold her hips in a vice grip, burying myself as deep as I can go, and let go.
I pour into her, my release violent and endless. I spill my seed deep inside her womb, claiming her biology just as I’ve claimed her heart. She clamps down on me, milking me dry, her own aftershocks rippling through her body.
We stay like that, locked together on the edge of the cliff. The wind howls around us, but I don't feel the cold. I pull her forward, wrapping my cut around her shoulders to shield her, keeping us connected.
Her heart beats against mine, a steady, syncing rhythm.
"I love you," she whispers against my neck.
I pull back just enough to look at her. Her eyes are clear, steady.
"I know," I say roughly. I kiss her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. "I love you, Savannah. You’re my Old Lady. My ride or die. Until the wheels fall off."
