Page 38 of Run Little Fawn

It's a slow, relentless rhythm at first, building in intensity with each thrust. Her hips rise to meet mine, a lithe, eager motion that has me growling with satisfaction.

The heady scent of our passion fills the room, a musk that speaks of primal need and raw, untouched desire. I want to brand her with my scent.

Her breath comes in short gasps now, her body arching off the bed to meet my thrusts. With each movement, I go deeper, hitting that spot that has her crying out, her fingers tightening in my hair.

"Lucian!" she screams, her body shuddering around me.

"Mine."

The word rumbles from my chest, a feral growl as I claim what rightfully belongs to me.

Her eyes widen at the primal sound, a spark of fear mingling with the desire in their emerald depths. I see her swallow, her delicate throat working, but she doesn't look away.

This fawn of mine is brave, daring me to go further.

I lean down, my lips brushing hers as I thrust into her with deliberate slowness. "You're mine, Aria. Never forget that."

My breath fans her face, and I savor the way her body tightens around me, her inner walls clenching as if to pull me deeper. "Say it."

"Yours," she whispers, the word a concession, an acceptance of what she is to me.

A thrill races through me at her surrender, but it's not enough. I want more. I want her screaming my name, begging me for release. With a growl, I pull back, only to snap my hips forward, claiming her with a relentless pace.

"Lucian, please..." Her voice is a plea, a demand, and a song to my soul. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her ankles locking around my back once more as she meets my thrusts with an eager motion.

I tighten my grip on her thighs, holding her open and vulnerable to me as I pound into her. "You like that, don't you, little fawn?" I tease, my lips curving in a cruel smile as I watch her face contort with pleasure.

She nods, her eyes squeezed shut as she bites her lip, stifling a moan.

"Let me hear you, Aria. Scream my name." I want to hear her lose control, to know that I'm the one who pushed her over the edge.

Her hands fly to her mouth, a futile attempt to muffle the building scream as her eyes widen, her body tensing. "Lucian!"

"Yes, fawn?" I nuzzle her neck, my breath hot against her skin as I continue to move within her, riding out her wave of pleasure.

"Again," she pants, her body glistening with a lovely sheen of sweat. "Please..."

I chuckle darkly, my voice rough and filled with satisfaction. "As you wish, little fawn." I pull out slowly, only to thrust back into her even harder.

The mattress groans beneath us with each powerful thrust, the headboard slamming against the wall in a steady, rhythmic beat. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving crescents that will linger.

Not nearly long enough.

I think briefly of having them tattooed, just as a reminder of how thoroughly fucked and conquered she looks beneath me in this moment.

And I'll leave my mark on her in more ways than one.

Her cries fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. "Lucian, I—" Her words turn into a strangled moan as I hit a spot deep within her that has her back arching off the bed.

I slow my movements, dragging out her pleasure as I explore her body with my hands. "Come for me again, my beautiful fawn," I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. "Let me feel you shatter around me."

Her body tightens like a coiled spring, every muscle tense and ready to snap. Her breath comes in short, quick gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as she seeks that precipice once more.

This time, I'm ready to follow her over.

As her body clenches around me, I release her lips, my own breath coming in short, sharp bursts. I nuzzle her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin, now damp with perspiration.

Slowly, agonizingly, I withdraw, only to thrust back into her, my pace relentless. Each movement sends shock waves of pleasure through me, but I hold back, wanting to push her higher, to see her soar.

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