Page 29 of The Stalker
Chapter Nineteen
Final Claim
Griffin
I can still feel her around me.Tight.Wet.Shaking.
The echo of her climax ripples through my cock, even though I’m buried to the hilt inside her, holding her down in the dirt like she was made to be there.Made to take me.Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling under mine, tears streaking her face.But she isn’t fighting anymore.
She can’t.
Because she finally admitted the truth.
I’m yours.
The words replay in my head, over and over, feeding me, fueling me, until I’m not sure if it’s blood or fire pumping through my veins.She finally fucking said it.And now she’s mine.Forever.
I drag my mouth along her neck, biting and sucking, marking every inch of her skin I can reach.Bruises bloom beneath my teeth, proof she’ll carry even when she tries to hide from the world.
“No one else will ever touch you again,” I growl into her scar, my voice thick with possession.“Not after this.Not after me.”
She sobs, weak and broken, but the sound isn’t the same as before.There’s heat in it.Lust and want tangled so tight she’ll never pull them apart again.
And I know—Iknow—that every time she closes her eyes from now on, she’ll see me.Feel me.She’ll never escape me.
“Yours,”Thomas snarls inside me, triumphant, his voice shaking through my bones.“She’s bound.She’s claimed.She belongs to you now.”
I groan, thrusting into her one last time, deep and brutal, groaning at the way her body still clenches, still milks me like it can’t bear to let me go.“Mine,” I snarl, teeth gritted, my body seizing as I spill my cum into her unprotected womb, filling her until there’s no space left untouched.
Her cry splits the night, high and broken, her body arching beneath me as she comes again, weaker this time, her orgasm wrung out of her like the last drop of resistance.
And when she collapses under me, trembling and sobbing, I wrap my arm around her waist and drag her back against me, keeping her caged, keeping her locked in.
Because I’m not done.I’ll never be done.
I press my lips to her ear, my breath hot and harsh.“This is just the beginning, Bianka.You’re mine now.You’ll never run from me again.”
Her broken whisper shatters against the dark.“Griffin...”
I smile, sharp and feral, kissing the dirt-stained curve of her jaw.“Good girl.Keep saying my name.Keep remembering who owns you.”
“She’s yours forever,”Thomas laughs, satisfied and cruel, his presence sinking deeper into my veins, into my bones.
