So I drove my hips forward until I was halfway inside her.
Evelyn gasped, her back arching in anticipation. The inner muscles of her p***y clenched tightly, swallowing me deeper. I was about to lose my mind. Still, I couldn’t give in—not before making her say what I wanted to hear.
"Who do you belong to?"
My claws gripped her flushed, warm cheeks, forcing her to look straight at me.
Evelyn met my gaze with those beautiful mismatched eyes—one blue, one brown. Her eyelids were heavy, cheeks flushed. She bit her lower lip and smiled wickedly, as if she knew the effect the mere sight of her had on me.
"To you," she whispered. "Dimitri the Ripper."
In a fraction of a second, I buried myself completely inside her, as deep as I could go. The loud slap of skin against skin echoed when her as
