Page 48 of Savage Devotion

Her eyes flick up to mine, her pupils blown wide with a mix of fear and lust. She licks her lips, a nervous gesture that sends a jolt straight to my balls.

Then, she nods.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible yet filled with resolve.

She reaches for me, her hands trembling slightly as they grip my shoulders. Her touch is electric, igniting a firestorm within me.

I let her pull me down, my body covering hers on the bed. Her nails dig into my muscles, a sweet pain that only serves to heighten my arousal.

I can feel the heat of her pussy against my cock, the dampness of her arousal coating my tip. She's ready, so fucking ready.

But I need to hear it again. I need her to beg.

"Tell me what you want, Francesca," I demand, my voice a harsh rasp against her ear. "Tell me you want this. Want me."

She shivers beneath me, her body arching up to press more firmly against mine. Her eyes meet mine, unflinching, unafraid.

"I want this, Dante," she says, her voice steady and sure. "I want you to take me. Make me yours...forever."

I fist my cock, dragging the swollen head through the slick heat of her virgin entrance, feeling her trembling beneath me. The knowledge that no man has touched her here, that I'm the first to claim this untouched part of her, sends a savage bolt of possessive pleasure ripping through my chest.

"Look at me," I growl, my voice rough, edged with hunger. I don’t move until her golden eyes lock with mine. "I want to see your face as I take what's mine."

With a brutal thrust, I push past the final barrier, tearing a gasp from her throat, her nails digging into my shoulders as her body struggles to take me.

I hold there, buried deep in her pussy, every muscle in my body straining for control, feeling the fierce, wet clutch of her around me making the task damn near impossible.

"Breathe," I murmur against her lips, my voice a low, ragged whisper, raw with a tenderness I didn’t know I possessed. "That's it. Take all of me, princess."

Slowly, agonizingly, her body softens beneath mine, surrendering to the invasion. When she shifts her hips, I start to move again. Long, slow strokes that make her whimper, each one a silent demand for more.

"That's it," I grunt, watching my cock disappear in her impossibly tight pussy. "Such a good girl, for me.Fuck…"

"Dante," she moans, my name breaking from her like a prayer, desperate and holy. "More."

With a sneering smile, I grip her hip and give it to her.

Harder, deeper, until she's writhing under me, her legs locking around my waist, her body meeting mine stroke for brutal stroke. Every thrust feels like a brand, scorching us together, sealing something dark and eternal into our bones.

I reach between us, gently stroking her clit with my thumb, watching her face melt on the mattress as I slide against her walls and rub her bundle all at the same time.

Her climax hits. It's a violent, breathtaking thing—her cunt spasming around me, milking me with greedy, pulsing waves.

"Fuck," I grunt, feeling her tightness grip my cock. "Yes, so needy. Such a perfect little pussy."

I follow her grip on me with a raw, broken shout of her name, spilling into her with a force that leaves me shaking, emptied,claimed.

I don’t pull away. I cage her against me, feeling the frantic beat of her heart as she collapses against my chest, our bodies tangled and damp, her scent marking my skin like a brand.

The silence after is sacred.

I’ve taken women before… used them and easily forgotten them.

But this?

This feels like a seismic shift inside me, a tectonic fracture reshaping my entire world.

As the moonlight washes over her bare skin and mine, I accept the truth I’ve tried to drown since the night she pulled a blade on me:

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