We both groaned at the sensation.
“Fuck, Kat.” My voice was wrecked. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”
I set a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate. I wanted to memorize this, the way she felt, the sounds she made, the way her body responded to mine.
Mine. She’s mine. Finally fucking mine.
I buried my face against her neck, my breath hot on her skin. She clenched around me, and I groaned.
“Fuck.” I thrust harder. “Do that again.”
She did, squeezing me deliberately, and I cursed, my hips snapping forward.
She’s going to kill me. This woman is going to fucking kill me.
“You’re gonna make me lose control,” I warned, my voice rough.
“Good.” She dug her nails into my shoulders. “I want you to lose control. I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin hard enough to bruise, and I started to move faster, harder, each thrust driving her up the bed.
“Is this what you want?” I growled, my voice rough and possessive. “You want me to fuck you hard? You want me to claim this pussy as mine?”
“Yes!” she cried out, her head falling back against the pillow. “Yes, Derek. Just like that. Harder.”
I pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, and I could feel her getting tighter around me, could feel her climbing toward the edge.
God, she’s perfect. So fucking perfect.
“Look at me,” I commanded, and her eyes flew open to meet mine. “I want to see you when you fall apart for me.”
The intensity in her gaze, the trust, the need, the love, made my chest ache.
“You’re mine, Kat,” I said, each word punctuated by a deep, brutal thrust. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped. “I’m yours, Derek. Only yours.”
“Damn right you are.” I shifted the angle slightly, and suddenly I was hitting that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. “And I’m never letting you go. Never.”
Her entire body was trembling, and I could feel her getting wetter, could hear the obscene sounds our bodies made as I drove into her again and again.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded, my voice ragged. “I want to feel you come around my cock. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze me when you fall apart.”
She slid her hand between us and circled her clit, and I groaned at the sight of her touching herself while I fucked her.
Fuck. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’s it, baby.” My thrusts grew more erratic, my breathing ragged. “You’re so close. I can feel it. I can feel you getting tighter around me.”
She was right on the edge, her entire body coiled tight.
“Derek...” My name came out as a broken sob.
“Come for me, Kat.” I leaned down and bit her neck, hard enough to sting. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel you.”
She came with a scream, her body clenching around me so hard I saw stars. The feeling of her coming apart around me, the way she squeezed me, the way she said my name, it was too much.
“Fuck, Kat!” My voice was wrecked. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. I can’t...”
