Page 82 of Compulsion

His eyes burn with emerald flames, and his hand curves around my nape. “I’ll take care of this, Abigail. I’ll take care of you.”

“I know. I trust you. I…”

I trail off, holding back the words that tease at the tip of my tongue. It’s too soon to say them, even if they run through my mind like a litany.

“I need you,” I say instead.

His lips are hot on mine, and I open for him on a sigh. I welcome him into my mouth with a flick of my tongue, urging him to claim me more deeply. In the aftermath of the assault, I need to feel connected to my fierce protector. I need to bind him to me, to join our bodies as closely as our souls.

I tear at his clothes in a frenzy, and his hands fist in my camisole. After a few feverish minutes, we’re both naked. He touches my pussy, and we both discover than I’m already wet for him. My body will always be ready for him, eager to join with him.

He reaches for his discarded pants and grabs a condom from his wallet. He sheaths his thick cock as he looms over me. I reach for him, tracing the harsh line of his cheekbone and the tight set of his jaw. His nostrils flare with desire, and he shudders at my tender touch.

I’m powerless to resist this man, my master, but I hold power over him too. It goes straight to my head, intoxicating. My fingers twine in his thick, black hair, and he allows me to tug him in for a fierce kiss.

His cock nudges my inner thigh, and I spread myself wide for him.

“Take me,” I beg. “I need you inside me.”

He eases into me in a deliciously slow slide, and my legs wrap around his hips. My fingernails bite into his shoulders, urging him closer, deeper, harder.

He groans into my neck and breathes me in, as though he can’t get enough of my scent.

For the first time, there aren’t any kinky games. There’s no darkness between us. There’s only carnal passion and fierce possessiveness as we lay claim to each other’s bodies. I mark him with my nails, and he marks me with his teeth.

He pumps into me, his sculpted ass tight beneath my insistent heels as I drive him deeper.

Warmth floods my body, a painful heat. He’s seared into my soul, my heart.

“I love you,” I confess. “I love you, Dane.”

His eyes flash, and his jaw goes slack with something like wonder.

Then he gnashes his teeth, and his handsome face contorts into something almost feral. He slams into me, lighting up my body with pleasure and sweet pain.

“Mine!” he snarls, his voice inhuman.

My heart swells. It’s more than enough for me. He doesn’t have to say the same words back to me. I can feel the depth of his affection for me in the rough thrusts of his cock and the bruising bite of his hands on my arms. He pins me beneath him and ravages me, fucking me in a frenzy.

I meet each of his harsh thrusts, showing him how much I want him, how I accept everything that he is. And how I willingly give all of myself in return.

We reach our peak together, our ecstatic shouts a violent crescendo to our vicious lovemaking.

He stays inside me even as he softens, and I keep him locked there with my legs around his waist.

Dane is mine, and I won’t let him go.

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DANE

Stalking my prey is almost too easy. Ron doesn’t seem like a man with something to hide. He doesn’t seem bothered at all by the fact that he tried to rape a woman just a few hours ago.

My blood simmers in my veins, already heating in anticipation of the violent retribution that’s to come.

Abigail is safely in my home across town. I took her to our personal sanctuary after our intense sex at her place.

After she told me she loves me.

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