Page 32 of North

I gasped against his lips, a whimper escaping as pain mixed with pleasure, sharp and all-encompassing.

“It’ll hurt,” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. “But just for a little while. Let me make it good for you.”

And then he thrust deeper, one slow, deliberate stroke that had me crying out, my nails digging into his chest.

The stretch was overwhelming, the pressure maddening and I couldn’t stop the sob that tore from me. “North…”

“Just a little more,” he rasped, his voice guttural, strained. “Spread those legs for me, rabbit. Take me. You can do it.”

I obeyed, the pain easing just enough for heat to bloom in its place. It was too much and not enough, every nerve in my body alight and aching for more.

His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I moved experimentally, the friction pulling a strangled groan from him. His shallow thrusts met my tentative movements, each one sending shocks of sensation through me that built and coiled tighter in my stomach.

“Fuck, Quinn,” he growled, his voice raw. “You’re so fucking tight, so perfect. Keep going, baby. Don’t stop now.”

His control snapped then, his movements becoming rougher, hungrier, as he thrust deeper, harder. Moans were ripped from my mouth.

My body trembled, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all—the way he consumed me, owned me. I clung to him, my mind unraveling as the tension inside me reached a fever pitch.

The harsh rhythm, the possessive grip of his hands, the way his cock filled me so completely—it all built to a crescendo I couldn’t stop. It was raw and brutal, and as the climax crashed over me, I screamed his name, my body shattering around him.

North growled, his own release tearing through him as he held me close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “That’s my girl.”

My body still trembled in the aftermath, every nerve raw and humming. But North wasn’t done. His hands tightened on my hips, possessive and unyielding, as his movements slowed for just a heartbeat—enough for me to catch my breath before he began again.

“You think I’m stopping there, rabbit?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, vibrating through me. “Not a fucking chance.”

I barely had time to gasp before he drove his hips up hard, forcing a cry from my lips as the force of it sent sparks shooting through me. His thrusts were rough now, unforgiving, and each one drove him deeper, dragging pleasure and pain together in a brutal, unrelenting rhythm.

“North!” I cried, my fingers curling into his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he snapped, his tone rough as he gritted out the words tensely. “You’ll take everything I give you, Quinn. Every fucking inch.”

He gripped my hips harder, his fingers digging into my skin, and began slamming into me with a force that stole my breath. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard rattling against the wall as he moved me to meet each savage thrust. My body jolted with every movement, and I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could only hold on as he took me apart.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice breaking with raw need. “You feel that, baby? That’s all me and you. Only I get to break you like this, rabbit. Only me. You fucking got that?” Each thrust drove the words deeper, his hips pistoning against mine as he fucked me harder, faster. The slick, wet sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, filthy and loud, and it only seemed to drive him further into madness.

“Yes,” I moaned, awkwardly rocking my hips to match. It was harder than I thought, but I found a stumbling rhythm that made him grunt and swear.

“Fuck, yes. Roll your hips for me, rabbit. You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his head falling back for a moment before his dark, hungry eyes locked onto mine. “You feel how good you’re milking my cock, rabbit? So desperate for me, aren’t you?”

I whimpered, my body barely able to keep up with his relentless pace. My nails raked down his chest, leaving angry red lines that only seemed to spur him on. He growled low in his throat, his teeth bared as he flipped me onto my stomach in one fluid motion, never slipping out of me.

Before I could adjust, he pinned me beneath him, spreading my thighs wide and forcing himself deeper, harder. My back arched as the new angle sent bolts of pleasure racing through me, the intensity almost unbearable.

“I need to see you,” he rasped, his voice strained and wrecked. “Need to see how wrecked you are for me, baby. Look at me.”

I blinked over my shoulder at him through the haze, tears pooling in my eyes from the overwhelming sensations. His face was a mask of pure need, his jaw tight, his brows drawn together as he fought to hold himself back.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me,” he bit out, his movements becoming erratic, brutal. “You’re driving me insane, Quinn. I can’t stop. Don’t want to stop.”

He dropped his forehead to mine, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned. “So tight, so warm, squeezing me like you never want me to leave.”

I cried out as he thrust harder, his pace punishing now, his hips slamming against mine with every brutal stroke. My body responded to him without thought, clenching around him, drawing him deeper as another wave of pleasure began to build.

“Fuck,” he growled, his voice raw and guttural. “You’re gonna make me lose it, baby. I can feel you, so close. Come for me again. Milk my cock. I need it, Quinn. I need to feel you lose yourself for me.”

His words sent me over the edge, and I shattered beneath him, my body locking up as pleasure tore through me, violent and consuming. I screamed his name, my nails digging into his back as I clenched around him, drawing a savage groan from his lips.

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