Page 112 of Through the Flames
“Such a pretty little thing,” I snarled against her mouth, swallowing her moans, my breath hot and ragged. “No one else will ever feel you like this.” My teeth grazed her jaw as I panted, feral for my girl. “I’d put you in chains before letting another man even look at you.”
Her back arched off the bed as her cunt clenched around me like she craved that darkness, like she wanted to be chained.
I gripped her thighs and flipped her without warning, hauling her up onto her hands and knees. The sight of her plump ass in the air, her pussy glistening and open for me, made a guttural curse tear from my throat.
“Fuck, look at you,” I ground out, palming her ass, spreading her cheeks wide to watch my cock disappear into her soaked cunt in one brutal thrust.
The sound of my hips slamming against her filled the room, obscene and perfect. “Made for me. You were fuckingmade for me.”
She moaned brokenly, and I bent low over her back, my hand fisting in her vivid hair to yank her head up so she heard every word.
“You feel that?” My hips rolled deep, punishing, forcing her to feel the length of me, knowing my piercing was hitting thespot that always drove her wild. “That’s me claiming you. Here,” I thrust again, harder, “and here.”
Leaning up, I took aim, and my spit hit her asshole in a hot streak. She gasped as my thumb pressed in, working it slowly and deliberately while my cock kept her pussy stretched to the limit.
“Every. Fucking. Hole.” I growled, sucking hard on her neck. “I’m gonna own them all. You think anyone else is ever getting this ass? This pussy? No. One.” My other hand slid to her clit, rubbing vicious circles while my cock and finger worked her in tandem. “This is mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours!” she sobbed, rocking back into me like she couldn’t get enough, like she wanted me to break her in half.
“Again.” My palm cracked against her ass, sharp and punishing, making her cry out.
“Yours, Hunter. Fuck! Always yours.”
My cock thickened, my jaw locking tight as I fucked her harder, my balls smacking against her pussy. My finger pushed deeper, claiming more space inside her, and her shocked gasp turned into a scream of my name.
“That’s it,” I panted, chest heaving, sweat dripping onto her spine. “Scream for me, baby. Let everyone fucking know you belong to me.”
Ella’s body went rigid, her perfect cunt locking down as her orgasm ripped through her, and the feel of her milking me like that ruined me. My hips stuttered, driving brutally deep. I groaned her name into the skin of her shoulder and filled her up in powerful, savage pulses.
I stayed there, buried to the hilt, chest plastered to her back, both of us shaking like we’d been electrocuted. My hand came around her throat, heavy and claiming, pulling her up so her spine arched, and I could breathe her in.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby,” I murmured against her ear, my voice gravelly and dark with satisfaction. “That’smycum in your pussy. That’s me marking you so deep no one will ever wash me out. You’re fucking ruined for anyone else, Ella, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re mine. Mine to break. Mine to worship. Mine to keep.”
And the way she clung, the way she whispered my name like it was the only word she knew — I believed her.
Thirty One
Ella/Hunter
Ella
The sound of the ball hitting the strings was sharp and clean, like gunfire echoing in my skull. I shoved it down, every nerve in my body coiled tight, and tossed the ball for my serve.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
The sun was brutal overhead, burning lines into the court, but my grip was steady. This was my court, my match.
The crowd murmured, a low hum like bees behind glass. I felt every pair of eyes on me, waiting for me to crack.Not happening.
I bounced the ball up and down three times.
Toss.Snap!
The ball shot across the net with a vicious spin and smacked the baseline as if it belonged there. Ace. The scoreboard clicked up, but I didn’t allow myself to smile. One point meant nothing.
“Lucky shot,” my opponent muttered from across the net. She twirled her racket as if she were bored, as if I didn’t hear the strain in her voice.
I rolled my shoulders, letting the taunt slide off like sweat.
