Page 50 of The Devil's Wrath

I withdrew my fingers, bringing them to my mouth to taste her essence. She watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

“You taste divine,” I told her, my voice a low rumble. “Like honey and sin.” I paused, and she watched me silently, completely entranced by my words. “Did you enjoy the attention from other men? Did you imagine them fucking you?”

She shook her head frantically, her eyes wide. “I was just trying to get your attention.”

“Well, you have it now.” I ran my hands possessively over her trembling body. “All of it. And I will make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

I ripped away the tattered remains of her lingerie, leaving her fully bared to my hungry gaze. She was perfection, with her soft curves and smooth skin just begging to be marked by my teeth and hands. I drankin the sight of her, sprawled wantonly on the forest floor, the flickering moonlight casting shadows across her flushed skin.

Unable to resist any longer, I lowered my head and sealed my mouth over her dripping core. She cried out, her back arching off the ground as I devoured her, licking and sucking at her swollen flesh. I thrust my tongue into her tight channel, fucking her with it until she was a mess beneath me.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me against herself as I feasted. I would never get enough of her.

“Theo,” she sobbed, her thighs quivering around my head.

I doubled my efforts, suckling harder on her sensitive pearl.

“Oh god . . . I can’t . . . It’s too much,” she babbled incoherently, trying to wiggle away from the intensity of my oral assault. But I held her in place, my hands clamped like iron bands around her hips.

“You’ll take what I give you,” I growled against her slick folds. “Every lick, every suck, every thrust. You’re mine. This sweet pussy belongs to me. Say it.”

“I’m yours!” she wailed as I sucked her clit and flicked my tongue rapidly over the bundle of nerves. “Only yours, Theo!”

Her broken cries echoed throughout the dark woods as a second orgasm crashed over her. I lapped at the fresh gush of her arousal, prolonging her climax until she was shaking and whimpering, completely overwhelmed.

Only then did I relent, placing one tender kiss on her swollen, glistening flesh before rising over her once more. I quickly unfastened my pants, freeing my straining erection. Her lust-filled eyes widened as I fisted my thick length, pumping it a few times.

“Is this what you want, baby?” I demanded, rubbing the broad head through her slick folds, coating myself in her arousal. “You want my cock buried deep in this tight little pussy?”

She nodded, tilting her hips to grant me better access. “Please, Theo,” she moaned in desperation. “I need you inside me. I’m sorry. I won’t disobey you again.”

Her pleas were music to my ears, stoking the flames of my desire to a fever pitch. Unable to hold back any longer, I lined myself up and thrust forward, sheathing myself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.

We both cried out at the intensity of our joining, her silken walls gripping me like a vise. I stilled for a moment, savoring the blissful sensation of being buried inside her wet, scorching heat. She was so tight, her inner muscles fluttering around my invading length as she adjusted to my girth.

“Fuck.” I groaned, my jaw clenched with the effort to maintain control.

I withdrew almost entirely before slamming back into her, setting a brutally hard and fast pace. There was nothing gentle about my possession; each powerful thrust was a claiming, a branding of her body and soul. She met me thrust for thrust, her nails raking down my back as she urged me on. I felt her nails rip open my flesh and warm blood drip down my back, but the sharp sting only spurred me on, fueling my lust. I pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of flesh on flesh mingling with our harsh pants and grunts.

“You’re mine,” I growled against her throat, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. “This pussy belongs to me. No one else gets to touch you, taste you, fuck you. Just me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes, only you,” she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks, leaving black mascara smeared on her pale skin. Her tearful declaration only inflamed my possessive need. “Please, please . . .” Her words dissolved into incoherent cries as I shifted the angle of my thrusts, grinding against her swollen clit with every roll of my hips.

I could feel her inner walls clench around me, signaling her impending release. Determined to push her over the edge, I reached between our sweat-slicked bodies to rub tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I want to feel this sweet pussy milking my cock,” I commanded, my voice strained with the effort of holding back my climax.

My filthy words combined with the relentless stimulation proved to be her undoing. Her entire body seized up, back arching almost painfully as her orgasm crashed over her in waves. She screamed my name, fingernails digging into my shoulders and her head thrashing into the forest floor.

The feeling of her coming apart so violently beneath me, her sheath rippling and grasping me like a silken fist, shattered the lastthreads of my control. With a guttural roar, I slammed into her one final time and exploded, pumping her full of my release. Jets of hot seed painted her fluttering walls as I emptied myself inside her, marking her from the inside out as mine.

My climax seemed to go on forever as my hips jerked with the aftershocks. She clung to me, panting and shuddering, utterly wrecked by the force of her climax. I collapsed on top of her, my face buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her—sweat, arousal, and something uniquely her. Possessiveness surged through me, tightening my chest. She was mine. I would kill anyone who tried to take her from me.

We just lay there tangled together for long moments, hearts pounding in unison as the cool night air caressed our overheated skin. I could feel her trembling beneath me, little aftershocks still rippling through her body. I lifted my head to gaze down at her, taking in her passion-flushed cheeks and the red lipstick smeared across her swollen lips. Glazed with satisfaction, her gray eyes met mine, and something inside me clenched almost painfully.

“I meant it,” I rasped, my voice rough with residual lust and something far more dangerous. “You’re mine, Wren. No one else gets to have you.”

“But are you sure you’re mine too?”

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