Page 32 of Legacy

This fiery woman belonged to me and no one else.

I had no doubt this moment set a precedent for our future, one filled with fights full of passion and taunts, never simple or tame.

A man like me needed someone who wouldn’t crumble when I pushed back.

“It’s the same fucking thing from where I stand.” I brushed my lips over hers in slow passes, tasting them and teasing them just enough to elicit a response before pulling away.

She couldn’t reach up toward me, not with my hand on her throat and the other pinning her wrist over her head. I had her right where I wanted her, vulnerable and ripe for the taking.

“You won’t win this,” I taunted, bringing my mouth a fraction from hers. “Your body’s reactions tell me you wantto fuck. You don’t want something sweet and gentle. No, that won’t do for you.”

“Stop talking and kiss me.”

I smirked right before taking her lips and devouring her mouth. Her body arched as if trying to get closer, and her tongue dueled with mine, meeting my demands with hers.

Those moans. Desperate, needy growls and mewls, wordless pleas and whimpers for more. It was music to my ears.

“You’re my fucking whore, Avra,” I repeated.

Still, she shook her head, refusing to agree. She wouldn’t meet my gaze until I tipped her chin up higher and forced her to face me.

“You’re mine to hold. To keep.” I flexed my fingers around her throat and pushed my hips against her, grinding her against the wall. Her breath hitched at the friction of my cock, rubbing right where she needed it the most.

“To kiss.” I did, biting her chin this time.

“To fuck.” Releasing her neck, I grabbed a handful of her dress and yanked it up.

The desire to tear the fucking thing off her rode me, but I couldn’t ruin the garment. Damn social responsibility and returning to our guests.

However, underwear wasn’t a requirement.

“You’re my whore now,” I growled against the warm skin of her neck right before kissing and sucking it.

“Never.”

I couldn’t get enough of her taste, her smooth sweetness.

In reality, she wasn’t sweet. Instead, fire burned in herblood. Even so, something about her made it so I couldn’t get enough of her.

These were too many fucking clothes.

I wanted her bare, to explore every tight inch of her body.

Later, I planned to touch until I filled this need. This insatiable want made no sense. The insanity, the feral necessity to mark Avra, take her.

I freed her hands and tugged down the neckline of her gown, loving the way her breasts spilled out, swaying as I ground my dick against her through the layers separating us.

Her clean, white dress scrunched up between us. She grappled for my tie, loosening it, and then fumbled with my shirt. Her breaths came in short pants, and her face flushed.

I held her in place against the wall.

“You’ll take whatever I give you,” I swore before I reached lower to grab the back of her thigh.

Her flesh was warm and smooth, so soft and firm with muscles. I pushed her thigh up and over, making room for myself. I fought the vision of her wrapping those legs around me as I pounded into her.

“You’re going to take everything I give you,” I ordered as I ran my hand farther up her leg. Beneath the layers of her dress, it was a blind exploration to reach her pussy. Still, the second I swiped my fingers through her dripping arousal, I growled and kissed her with a punishing bite once more. I snapped the thin band of her thong and slid my fingers deep inside her.

“Oh, God.” She arched. “Just like that.”

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