"Mine," he growls. "You feel that? You’re wrapped so tight around me."
"I feel it. Tristan, move. Please."
He withdraws, and I whine at the loss before he slams back in. A slow, grinding rhythm. He can’t pound into me, so he fucks me with deliberate, rolling friction. Grinds against my clit with every thrust, hitting the deepest part.
He watches my face. Watches me bite my lip until it bleeds. His face masks agonized pleasure, teeth bared in a rictus snarl.
"Look at me," he commands.
I open my eyes, locking gaze. Visceral connection. He touches my soul just as surely as my body.
"You’re doing so good," he praises, voice a broken rumble. "So perfect. Taking all of me."
The angle hits spots making my toes curl. I wrap my good leg around his waist, pulling him deeper. He groans, control slipping. Thrusts get harder, snapping hips against mine. Wet slap of skin on skin.
"Tristan!"
"I’ve got you," he pants. "I’ve got you, Alex. Let go."
Tension spirals tightly in my belly.
"I’m close," I gasp, the friction of his heavy cock against my clit pushing me over the edge.
"Come for me. Come on my cock, baby. Squeeze me until I break," he growls, his voice a jagged rasp of command.
He grinds his hips down, his rough pubic bone crushing against me, and I shatter. A violent, full-body convulsion racks me as I scream his name. My pussy clamps down in rhythmic waves, milking his thick shaft with everything I have. My release snaps his tether. Tristan roars, a guttural, animalistic sound, and drives into me three, four times with brutal force—burying himself hilt-deep with every slamming thrust. He stiffens, his back arching as he pours his hot, thick seed deep inside me. I feel every pulse of his release, heavy and scalding, filling me to thebrim. He rides out aftershocks, face buried in my neck. Harsh breathing fills the room.
Outside, wind howls, battering the garage. I barely hear it.
Slowly, Tristan collapses onto his elbows, taking weight off but staying inside. He kisses the pulse point behind my ear. A tender, gentle kiss.
"You okay?" he murmurs, brushing sweat-damp hair off my forehead.
I nod, feeling boneless. "My leg…"
He pulls out instantly, panic flaring. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," I say, reaching for him. "No, it just… aches a little. From the position."
He checks the splint, hands gentle and clinical. Adjusts pillows, elevating the limb, checking toes. The switch from feral lover to protective medic makes my heart ache.
He grabs a warm cloth from the basin. "Let me."
He wipes my thighs, touch reverent. He pulls the duvet up, cocooning us in warmth. Climbs in beside me, careful of my injury, and pulls me against his side. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart beating in time with mine.
His arm comes around me, heavy and possessive.
"You know," he says into the darkness, voice rumbling. "The road to town… might be blocked for a few days. Even after the storm clears."
I smile against his skin. He’s not ready to let me go. Not ready to share me.
"That's okay," I whisper, drifting toward sleep. "I’m in no hurry to leave."
His arm tightens. "Good. Because I’m keeping you."
The cage door is closed, locked, and barred. I have no desire to find the key.
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