But he was in control now, and he had no intention of letting me have my way. This was how it was supposed to happen. Perhaps not in a brig, but rough and wild, the female at the male’s mercy. The beast’s mercy. This was the one time the beast was allowed to take complete control over the man, claiming me so that it could be soothed, so the Mating Fever could be gone.
“Ready?” The beast stepped behind me, his c**k pressed to the small of my back, his huge hands cupping my breasts, not with tenderness, but massaging them like he wanted to devour me. All of me.
Seconds later, one hand dropped to my c**t, slid past it and slipped deep, testing my wetness, my readiness for him.
“Angh!” My head fell back, onto his chest, and I squirmed, tried to press my c**t against his rough palm, tried to
