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“Like what you see?” he rasps, fisting himself as he strokes from base to top.

“Y-yes,” I moan.

“Mhmm, so do I, Hellcat. So do I,” he groans, squeezing his cock harder. “You have no idea how beautiful you are right now.”

His words wash over me, making me preen. All I want to do is obey him, make him look at me the way he is right now, like I’m the only other person in the universe. “Nick,” I cry, overwhelmed. “I-I… I lo—” I never get to finish confessing my love to him.

“Now’s not the time, Hellcat,” he rasps, slowly inching closer.

Chapter 25

The Breeder

What? That’s definitely not the reaction I expected.

“Your pleasure is mine to give,” he says, his tone possessive. And then he’s moving onto the bed, positioning himself between my thighs. “Do you want to be filled with more than just toys?”

“Yes!” It’s a shout, a confirmation, a surrender.

One hand grabs my hips while the other dives between my legs, quickly removing the vibrator. The head of his erectionnudges at my entrance, and I’m unable not to rub myself against him. If it wasn’t for both his hands that are now keeping me steady by holding my hips in a bruising grip, I’m sure I’d fall.

Then he enters me; one powerful thrust that fills me to a point of exquisite fullness. We move together. “Oh my God!” I cry, feeling so… everything. I’m feeling everything. From the clamps that tug at my nipples with every motion, to his huge cock bottoming out inside me.

“Mine,” he growls, each stroke a claim. “Say it, Carolina. Say you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I pant, the world narrowing down to just him, just this moment. “Oh God, Nicklas, yours.”

“Yes, you fucking are.”

Thrust!

“Mine to breed.”

Thrust!

“Mine to use.”

Thrust!

“Mine to fucking love.”

Thrust!

His voice is a melody of darkness and desire, and I cling to it, letting it carry me through the waves of pleasure that crash over me. “Please,” I whimper, so close to the edge, to the precipice of release.

“Come for me, Carolina. Now,” he commands, and I shatter, my climax ripping through me with the force of a winter storm, leaving nothing untouched.

“Nicklas!” I scream his name.

My vision distorts, black circles dancing at the edge as my entire body seizes, clenching so hard tears form behind my closed lids. It feels like I’m floating, like I’m… fuck, I can’t stop coming. My orgasm keeps going as he thrusts into me over and over, guttural and feral growls falling from his lips.

I try to reach for him, needing to touch him. But of course, I can’t. The damn ropes that I loved not too long ago are now a hindrance, keeping me from what I want. “P-please free my hands,” I beg.

“Give me… fuck. Your cunt is gripping me so tightly,” he groans.

When I open my eyes again, I look into his, and they’re almost completely black. All I see in them is the depth of his feelings for me, and my own reflected back at me. It’s so beautiful I choke up.

Still with his cock inside me, Nick shuffles me to the side. Then he reaches above me, his hand disappearing under the pillow. I’m just about to ask what he’s looking for but then I see it, the blade he must have hidden there before I got up.

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