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She was at his mercy, but still she would own him. A whimper came from her throat. She tried to get back to his mouth, but he mastered her with his hand on her neck, her lower body trapped under his.

"Taking you," he said. “Takin' everything now."

He captured her roaming hands, forced them above her head in one of his, and then lowered himself to feast on her. His mouth came to where his big hand had just been, sucking, biting. It hurt and felt good, each touch a bruise and mark, little nips that scraped her skin and scented the air with her blood.

Sasha's breeder need deepened. It all felt incredible. He took his time—tasting her skin, inhaling her along her shoulders, collar bone, the tops of her breasts—and the valley between.

When he took his hand away from hers, it was so he could knead and pinch at the breasts filling his big hands. When her arms slipped from where he’d left them, he barked out a command that made her jerk and orgasm.

"Stay or I'll tie you," he warned her before returning his attention to her chest, sucking her n*****s without mercy. She suffered in aroused agony under his erotic assault.

Her legs were under his, and he pushed them together to create a sweet valley for his c**k, rubbing, leaking, touching where it did no good. They created pools of slippery, viscous moisture between them. Sasha wanted the beast inside her. She had to have him inside.