His hands locked onto my hips, his grip possessive, his thrusts deep and unrestrained. Each one drove me harderinto the tree, skin scraping, sensations blurring until nothing existed except the force of him and the way my mind and body responded. I was crazy for this moment. Addicted to the brutality of it.
“More,” I choked out. “Harder.”
A dark sound left him as he leaned close, mouth near my ear. “You should hate me, Violet,” he muttered. “So why are you begging me for more? Why are you so wet for me?”
The rawness of his words made my entire body shudder. I hated how right he was. Hated how badly I wanted him despite myself.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Please.”
“That’s it,” he said roughly. “I want to hear you.”
I reached down between us, fingers finding my clit as he drove into me with punishing rhythm. Wet sounds filled the air, obscene and undeniable.
“Listen to your body,” he growled, thrusting hard. “You’re made for this. Made to be my little fucktoy. Aren’t you?”
My thoughts dissolved. All I could do was nod.
“Mine,” he said. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I choked out.
“You want to come like this?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Do it. Now.”
Everything shattered, and I cried out as pleasure crashed over me in violent waves, my entire body locking and trembling around him.
Julian didn’t slow down.
“I knew you’d scream for me,” he growled, thrusting relentlessly. “And I fucking love it.”
“More,” I whimpered weakly.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and shaking. His fingers slid between my legs, gathering the wet mess he’d madeand spreading it back, slow and deliberate, until his cock pressed against me again, this time somewhere tighter.
“Ever taken it in here?” he muttered against my ear.
“Yes,” I bit out. “I love it.”
“I knew it. Knew you were going to be a filthy little whore for me.”
I sucked in a sharp breath as he pushed forward. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, my body resisting before I forced myself to relax. He withdrew only to drive back in hard, taking me completely. No patience. No tenderness. Just ruthless control.
The rhythm was unforgiving, pain and pleasure twisting together until I couldn’t even tell where one ended and the other began.
“Every part of you is mine,” he growled. “Your pussy. Mouth. Ass. All of you.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass.”
He chased his release with brutal focus, movements turning desperate and wild. Then his body tensed behind me as he slammed deep one final time, a raw sound tearing from his throat as he spilled inside me.
I sagged, shaking, barely able to stay upright.
When Julian finally pulled out, my legs threatened to give way, breath ragged as warmth slid down my thighs. The aftershocks were leaving me dizzy, oversensitive, undone.
I leaned forward weakly, the world tilting, but he caught me before I fell and turned me around to face him, arms firm around my waist, holding me upright as the forest spun and my body buzzed.
