Page 12 of Dark Possession
She gasps, her back arching off the bed.
“Shh,” I whisper against her throat. “Take it.”
Another inch. Then another. I bury myself fully with one brutal thrust that punches the air from her lungs.
I pause, holding myself there, buried to the hilt, feeling the way her body trembles around me. Then I move—dragging out slowly, then slamming back in, deeper, harder, claiming every inch.
Her hands leave the sheets, and they grip my shoulders. Her breath comes in frantic little moans that grow louder with every thrust.
“Say it,” I growl. “Say you want this.”
But she doesn’t speak.
All I get is another roll of her hips, a broken sound from her throat as she meets my thrusts.
So I give her what she won't ask for.
I fuck her like I own her.
Like I paid for her soul, not just her body.
Like I’m not just inside her—I’m claiming every part of her that’s ever dared to fight. I don’t hold back now.
Her body is molding to me—tight, slick heat gripping my cock like it was made to take me. She gasps with every thrust, her moans rising higher, more desperate, the rhythm of her hips frenzied and broken.
I fuck her like I mean to ruin her.
Because I was, and I do.
Every snap of my hips slams her into the mattress, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. Her nails rake down my back—leaving marks, claiming me in return—and I fuck her harder for it.
“You feel that?” I snarl against her throat, thrusting deeper, harder, punishing. “That’s what you belong to now. My cock. My bed. My rules.”
She cries out, legs shaking around my waist, her heels digging into my ass like she’s trying to pull me even deeper.
“Fucking take it.”
Her walls flutter around me—tightening, pulsing—she’s close. So close.
I press my fingers to her clit, rubbing her in sync with my thrusts, rough and relentless.
She splinters.
Her body locks up around me, a guttural moan tearing from her lips. Her pussy clenches so hard, I know. The moment she falls apart beneath me, I lose it, too.
I growl—deep, primal—and slam into her one final time, hips jerking as I spill inside her, filling her with everything I’ve been holding back. My release is violent.
Her body milks every drop, shaking around me, twitching as the aftershocks tear through her.
I stay buried deep, my body blanketing hers, sweat slicking our skin, her hair tangled between my fingers.
I’m still buried deep inside her, her legs tangled with mine, her scent thick in the air—lust and sweat andmine,when I lift slightly and look down at her.
She turns her face away.
I grip her chin, forcing her face toward mine. “Don’t hide.”
Her lips are red. Bruised. Wet. I trace the corner of her mouth with my thumb. “I want to see what I did to you.”
