The way he kept me pinned down felt like there was no escape, and the scary part was—I didn’t want one. His hand clamped around my jaw, forcing my head back, his teeth grazing the soft line of my throat before he sank them into my skin hard enough to leave me gasping.
“Mine,” he growled, his voice low, guttural, and full of possession that twisted my stomach in all the wrong and right ways.
My legs trembled around him, my body already raw from everything he’d done to me through the night, but he wasn’t slowing down—he wasn’t giving me a second to catch my breath. Every thrust drove me higher and higher, like he was determined to burn me alive from the inside.
“Say it,” he demanded, pulling out just enough to make me whimper before slamming back in, the sound of our bodies colliding filt
