Page 53 of Steel Rain

I had never in my existence seen something as beautiful as her in the woods, on her back.

She wanted this as much as I did, and I was past the point of denying myself this simple pleasure. A delicious complication. The pleasure that comes from the heat of a woman.

To deny myself any longer from mounting this she-wolf, a woman of my caliber, of my ferocity was a sin against me. Against her. Against carnality itself.

I pulled down her black trousers, pushing them down to her thighs. They tied her knees together, and I lifted them over my right shoulder.

She was reclined on her shoulder blades, her back against my thighs as I sat back on my feet. Her bare ass was where I needed it, as I released my cock from it’s constraints and fisted myself against the cold air. My tip was at her entrance, and she moaned. In one hard thrust, I entered her sweet, soft, velvety heat and she screamed. It was a sound of pain, of pleasure, of complete and natural ecstasy as she stretched to accommodate my girth.

“God, you’re perfect,” I moaned as I felt her pulsing against me. I leaned down until her thighs were up against her chest, folded up on herself as I pistoned and bucked like an animal. Like she was a bitch in heat, and I was called to her.

She whimpered, groaned, sighed, and panted with each thrust, matching me with a slight tilt of her hips.

But it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to throw me over the edge, even as she tensed, her eyes rolling back, and I felt her juices coat my inner thighs as she came against me.

"Fuck!" she screamed, as if the orgasm caught her by surprise. Maybe it had. But I didn't care.

When had I ever been a selfish lover? When had I ever been the kind of man who took a woman's body with this kind of recklessness?

Her eyes flew open as her orgasm continued, lasting almost a full minute, her body tensing and tensing until she shook her head in her disbelief.

“I can’t … I can’t take more …” she whined. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I felt another wave of her warm heat as she came again.

"More!" I ordered, pulling out, flipping her onto her stomach, and plunging back in, her sweet ass cheeks giving me a pillow to jar against as my hips restarted their assault.

I braided my fingers through her straight, silky hair, pulling on it until her back arched.

"Tell me who's good enough for you," I ordered.

She moaned, and I swear, she was saying my name, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't clear enough. I needed to hear it enunciated. As loud as the vows she screamed that day in front of all the Irish.

"Tell me!" I ordered, taking her earlobe in my teeth and biting hard.

She whimpered at the pain, and tried to pull her head away, but my hand in her hair and my teeth on her ear prevented her.

I was done pretending. I was done being civilized. With her, I wanted to be an animal. Natural. Feral.

"Say it," I commanded, and her little cry of pleasure as I thrust in again just told me that her resolve was weakening. As I was taking, she was giving, and soon, she'd surrender completely.

"Ajax ..." she said it like it was a question.

"Say it like you fucking mean it," I told her.

"Ajax!" Her fast and determined response did it.

My balls tightened, and with three jagged thrusts, I spilled inside of her as she shivered against me. I almost saw stars with the intensity of my release. I wanted to collapse and hold her. I wanted to take her to bed and watch her fall asleep against my chest.

But I knew that was out of the question.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my chest, tilting her head to my shoulder.

“Good girl,” I whispered, as I bit down on her ear lobe, sucking it between my teeth. “Mywoman.”

Mine to hold. Mine to defend. Mine to protect.

Chapter 24

Sin

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