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She didn’t know what she was asking. How the monster in me wanted to ruin her. I had the urge to wipe every man she’d ever been with and strike them from her mind. To give her my cock and make her come until she passed out.

This wasn’t going to be one time tonight. Before dawn, I’d have her multiple times, and fill her full of my cum. That animalistic side of my brain wanted to mark her, cover her in my scent, and ensure every male knew she belonged to me.

“Spread wide, baby.”

Chapter 9 Gwen

“Spread wide, baby.”

Cin said the words with a growl, like he couldn’t wait to bury himself deep inside me.

I stared at the man stroking his impressive length with one hand, veins popping in his arms and neck. Chest and upper body fully covered in tattoos. The dark ink mixed with his fierce expression, the power emanating from him, and he seemed as close to a god as humanly possible.

No restraint left, he watched me as I slid my fingers over my clit, but I didn’t need the stimulation. Not with him in front of me. Cin turned me on without trying, just by staring at me with his intense gaze. I never met a guy so focused on me.

I welcomed him as he settled between my thighs, lining up before he surged forward and buried deep. He was big all over, and his cock was no exception. It took a few strokes to fully seat inside me. A slight sting from the stretch followed, and I grasped his biceps, holding onto the smooth muscles as he groaned.

God, that sound. Guttural. Animalistic.

“You’re so tight. Fuck, Gwen.”

Cin didn’t wait for me to answer, drawing back before he plunged deep again. He fucked me slowly at first but quickly picked up speed. His hips set a brutal pace. A wild, carnal ride that had pleasurable jolts shooting through my core.

“So fucking good.” He lifted my leg, getting a better angle, and grinding into me as I moaned. “So perfect for me, aren’t you, my little deer?”

Cin lowered his head. For a few heartbeats, he just stared into my eyes, holding my gaze while he rolled his hips, pinning me to the mattress. He knew exactly how to move, to drive so deep that my eyes almost rolled back in my head.

“Kiss me,” I pleaded, wanting him closer. His skin on mine. Touching everywhere possible.

“Baby, I’ve got a lot of stamina. We’re going to be busy all night.”

I thought he was going to refuse.

But then he captured my mouth in a kiss both tender and commanding, urging me to open up and let his tongue in. He made another sound in his throat that sent shivers skating across my skin.

His hips plunged and with every thrust, I grew closer to an orgasm that might break me. My whole body quivered. I made sounds that I hardly recognized. Cin’s fingers dug into my hip as he gripped me. “Fuck, Gwen. You’re taking me so fucking good, aren’t you?”

I didn’t know I had a kink for dirty talk, but with this man, I found it. Every time he praised me or talked like this, I grew wetter. He could feel it.

“Yeah, you are. Look at you. Such a good girl taking my cock.” He grunted, driving deeper. Stroking faster. “I want you to say my name when you come. Need to hear it, baby.”

It hit with such force that I not only said his name, I prayed it to him like he was a god that I would worship forever, digging my nails into his arms. My body trembled, and my thighs shook from the force of the waves crashing through me. Like a wild thing, I met his thrusts with equal fervor until I collapsed against the sheets.

I vaguely realized Cin had come with me. But he hadn’t stopped moving. He still glided in and out, kissing and nipping at my neck. Exploring with his tongue. Marking me with little nibbles of his teeth.

“Did you think I was finished?” He chuckled darkly. “I’m just getting started. Still so fucking hard for you, baby.”

True to his word, we both came several times before he pulled out and rolled onto his side. Slightly out of breath, he turned to me with a confident grin, grasping my chin. His lips pressed to mine. Gentle. Sweet.

“Need to clean you up. Be right back.”

I couldn’t resist staring at his ass as he walked away from me, his stride a prowling grace yet also purposeful. He really did look like a god. Some ancient, powerful being chiseled with perfection. I already wanted him again despite feeling sore and sticky between my legs.

Cin returned, holding a warm, wet washcloth. He sat on the edge of the bed and tenderly wiped away the combined fluids. “Fuck, Gwen. There’s a little blood.” His jaw clenched. “Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head. “No. You’re just big, Cin. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” He sounded anxious.