Page 15 of Her Mountain Man Veteran

“That’s it, princess.” He bends down, his voice hoarse in my ear. “Keep those pretty eyes on me. I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

His words make me shiver. There’s something almost feral about the way he says it…the way he’s staring at me as he ruts me like an animal.

“Don’t stop,” I beg him. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping until you scream for me, sugar.”

He grabs my hands, pinning them roughly above my head until I’m powerless beneath him, trapped by his raw strength, unable to move. But I love it. I love the feeling of being at his mercy, surrendering myself to him as he claims my body, stuffing me full of his cock again and again. Instinct has taken over, raw and primal, and I buck my hips desperately, taking him deeper, so deep I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

My clit throbs, my orgasm blooming, driving me wild with need. I lose myself in Dane’s eyes, like pools of whiskey. I want to drown in them…drown inhim.

“Good girl,” he says breathlessly. “You’re close. I can feel it.”

I nod, and he strokes my cheek gently, his touch feather-light, even as he fucks me mercilessly.

“Come for me, princess. Come on my cock.”

I shudder. “Oh, God…” My muscles tighten, everything squeezing, ready to burst.

“Don’t try to stop it.” His face is so close that our noses brush, his breath hot against my lips. “It’s too late, sugar. You’re gonna come for me whether you want to or not.”

His words push me over the edge.

“DANE!”

I scream his name as I come undone, pleasure rocketing through me, setting my nerves on fire. Dane swallows my cries as he kisses me hard, his tongue sliding between my lips, invading my mouth as his cock invades my pussy. His rhythm turns jerky, his arms tightening around me as he lets out a hoarse cry, muffled against my lips. I feel his warm cum spurt inside me, filling me up as I tremble through the aftershocks of my orgasm. We hold each other as our breathing slowly returns to normal, then Dane pulls back to look at me, his eyes so full of affection that I feel my throat constrict.

“That was perfect,” he says. “Youwere perfect.”

“So were you.” I beam at him as I reach up to cup his cheek, the scar tissue smooth against my hand. My heart flutters as we stare at each other, and I wish I could stay here all night. I want nothing more than to fall asleep in Dane’s arms, but I know I can’t.

“You tired, sugar?” he asks as I let out a yawn.

“Yeah.” I rub my eyes, sighing deeply. “I wish I could stay, but if Brody wakes up and I’m not there, he’ll be so worried…”

“Alright.” Dane makes a reluctant sound. “I’ll take you home, but I need you to understand something.” His face leans in closer, his beard brushing my chin. “You’re mine now, Celeste. There’s no way I’m going to pretend like you’re not just to keep your brother happy. I get why he’s so protective, but I’m not gonna sit back and let him get between us.”

His words make my heart quiver, a combination of happiness and worry. I know he’s right. I can’t keep this a secret from Brody forever.

“I’ll talk to him,” Dane says firmly. “I’ll make him see.”

“No, it’s okay.” I give him a weak smile. “You’re right, but I need to be the one to talk to him.”

He nods, kissing me hard before he eases off me and leads me to the bathroom. We get cleaned up, pulling our clothes back on, before Dane guides me out of his cabin and through the trees. He wraps a brawny arm around me, keeping me warm despite the chill of the night, and all too soon, Brody’s cabin comes into view.

“Thanks for walking me back.” My voice is barely a whisper, but it sounds amplified in the quiet of the woods.

“You don’t need to thank me.”

For a moment, there’s silence but for the rustle of the trees. Dane’s rugged face is just visible in the moonlight, and I stare up at him, my heart so full it feels like it might burst. There’s so much I want to say to him, but I don’t even know where to begin.

“Come here, sugar,” Dane grunts.

His arms loop around me, a hand cushioning my head as he pushes me back against a thick tree trunk. Then he kisses me like the universe depends on it. It’s bruising, passionate, and when we finally come up for air, my lips are burning.

“I’ll be back in the morning,” he says decisively. “Around eleven, okay? Gives you some time to talk to Brody.”

I nod. “Eleven. I’ll see you then.”

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