Cahir continued his slow thrusts, the gradual pace nearly driving Katia insane with need. He pulled almost completely out, then slowly pushed back in.
Katia couldn't help whimpering.
Then he picked up speed.
With each thrust, his rhythm grew more forceful, more savage, until he was pounding into her violently.
Cahir's hands gripped her thighs tightly, nearly folding her in half to drive even deeper.
"You're mine," Cahir roared, his voice saturated with primal possession.
Through the whirlpool of pleasure, Katia heard that roar. Her moans nearly drowned out his voice.
"You're mine!" Cahir bellowed again, f*****g her with vengeful fury, as if her silence enraged him.
"Yours," Katia moaned, whimpered, "I'm yours."
But Cahir kept repeating it, as though carving thi
