I push inside her.
I fill her tight pussy with my rock-hard cock.
And the world doesn’t explode—it fuckinglocks.Every cell, every nerve, every piece of matter inside my body attaches itself to everything that is her—memorizing her scent, her breath, her heartbeat, her eyes, her lips, her body, her fucking everything.
She looks up at me, eyes wide, lips parted, and I see it.
She feels it too.
The seal. The bond. The permanence.
Kylie Moon is mine now.
Forever.
Kylie
Rook’s throat flexes with his roar as he thrusts himself inside me. The sound that leaves him is not human. It’s not loud or performative, but low and rough and feels as if it’s pulled from somewhere primal. Somewhere ancient.
I moan and grip the flesh of his shoulders with my fingernails. They indent and bend the skin, cutting through to the next layer, but no blood comes out.
It’s a reality check of what he is—and, surprisingly, a rush like I’ve never experienced. There’s something about bringing something greater than man to his knees and reaping the spoils. And with the way he explained it, this moment means that power is mine to wield forever.
This man isn’t fragile. He’s not breakable. He’s a beast, and it feels like he could crush every bone in my body with his fucking pinkie finger.
That only makes me wetter, and I feel the ease with which his cock slides in and out of me. The sounds of my arousal mix with the guttural sounds of his thrusts.
And his cock. Holy hell. It’s big. It’s hard. And it’s throbbing inside me.I want this man to fuck me like this for the rest of my life. As long as he keeps doing this, I will do anything for him.Anything.
His mouth is set in a firm line, and the cut of his jaw showcases a restraint that must weigh a thousand pounds. He’s holding back. He’s not giving me everything, but goodness, I wanteverything.
The way my pussy tightens around him, the way my hips shake and my muscles tremble, the way my body reacts to him, isn’t something I have control over. It’s instinctual, as if my body and his body were meant to do this. As if we were made for each other.
“Rook,” I whisper, my body tight and rubbery all at once. Stars dance behind my eyes as he begins to move, and every primal piece of me I didn’t know existed begs for him to sink his teeth into me.
His eyes darken. The brown of his irises deepens—shadows cutting through them like something intense inside him is stepping to the surface.
“You feel it,” he says.
“Yes.”
This is my first time making love to anyone, let alone Rook—and yet, it feels more natural than anything I’ve ever done in my life. It feels like breathing oxygen but also needing the oxygen to stay alive.
It makes it easy to believe him when he says we’re each other’s destiny—every part of me can feel it.
And I just want to keep doing this. I want to stay connected to him like this forever.
But then Rook is sliding out of me, disconnecting us completely, and a half moan, half whine bubbles up from my lungs.
He kneels between my spread thighs, his hard, throbbing cock in his hand and my arousal dripping off it. And he stares at me, his eyes raking over every inch of my face and my breasts and my hips and my body.
But when his eyes fixate on the heat between my legs, his tongue sneaks out, licking across his bottom lip.
“Rook, please,” I beg. “I need more.”I need everything.
He lifts his eyes, meeting mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch and my hips tilt toward him. “What did you just say?”
“I need more.”
