The sharp burn slowly dissolved into liquid heat, pleasure coiling tight and heavy in my core.
My nails dug harder into his shoulders.
“I want more,” I whispered, desperate.
He gave it to me.
His rhythm quickened, hips snapping forward with growing force.
The bed creaked loudly beneath us as skin slapped wetly against skin.
He fucked me harder, deeper, each thrust driving me closer to the edge with raw intensity.
I wrapped my legs around his waist—pulling him deeper.
He buried his face in my neck, teeth scraping over my thundering pulse point.
“Mine,” he growled, the word vibrating against my skin like a brand.
That single possessive claim sent me spiraling.
I shattered around him for the second time, my pussy clenching violently around his thick cock as I screamed his name, body trembling uncontrollably.
He followed seconds later.
His hips jerked, rhythm breaking as a deep, raw groan ripped from his chest.
He thrust deep one final time and came hard, flooding me with hot, thick spurts of his release.
We stayed like that—sweaty, trembling, tangled.
His weight pressed me into the mattress.
For the first time in weeks I didn’t feel like a prisoner.
I felt claimed.
And terrifyingly, dangerously wanted.
He lifted his head.
Looked down at me.
No words.
Just his thumb brushing a tear from my cheek I hadn’t realized had fallen.
Then he kissed me again—slow, deep, almost tender.
Exhaustion crashed down like a tide.
Then darkness.
Chapter 13
ELENA
Ididn’t know if I passed out or simply slept.
