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Each moment split her body wider, made her ache more, made her body burn from the invasion. He was so big, she worried he might not fit completely.
Another whimper escaped, and he paused, giving her more time to adjust to his girth.
He surrounded her. His hard body pressed her into the bed. His waist lay between her thighs, and his abdomen moved against hers as he slowly pushed further, and further.
Her hands roamed over the smooth skin of his shoulders.
Slowly the burn became pleasant. And she wanted … no … needed more. She rolled her hips, and he groaned this time. “I’m trying to go slow.”
“Don’t,” she huffed out between gasps of pleasure. “More. Please.”
He moved then. Thrusting. Driving harder. It was like she’d unsnapped whatever leash had been holding him back.
He lifted her from the bed and rotated so that he was on his knees, and she was straddling his hips. His arms wrapped around her, tangling in her hair, and his mouth sought her breasts.
Wrath drove up into her and she rode him. He pulled her down, spearing her with his cock. Then lifted her up and then pulled her down again.
She cried out with each thrust. A breathless wail, begging for the release boiling inside. His fingers grasped at her with bruising strength. Wildly. Furiously. He pushed her to the brink and then she felt him reach the edge.
Her ecstasy raced to meet his.
He was in control.
She belonged to him, whether she was ready for it or not.
The climax hit them both, and Rylee felt an amazing sense of closeness. Intimacy. Need. Want. Something about Wrath reached deep into her soul.
His power. His male beauty and strength. His primal animalistic drive for her to accept that he’d chosen her, that he wanted to possess her.
But not in the terrifying cruel way Jeff made her feel.
Wrath made her feel protected and treasured through that possession.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck. Her face was buried in his chest. Her body shivered, and her heart raced behind her ribs.
Wrath lowered them both to the mattress and they lay there–tangled limbs, gasping and panting breathlessly.
Rylee was quite sure he’d made good on his promise.
Walking was overrated anyway, right?
ChapterFourteen
Wrath
Wrath moved quietly around the kitchen. He had a pan of bacon frying. Strips of moose flank sizzled in another pan. The fried eggs were already done and on plates.
Coffee was brewing in the machine Naomi had ordered, saying it was a necessary appliance in a kitchen whether he wanted to decorate or not. He hadn’t really liked the flavor the first time he’d tried it, but it’d grown on him over time being in this world. His Keurig was his favorite machine, and he would’ve purchased one with or without Naomi’s insistence.
Noise from his bedroom made him still for a moment and listen. The night had been beautiful, and it’d taken all his willpower to climb out of the bed and let her rest. She needed food and at least a short break before he made her scream in pleasure again.
A moan came from his tired mate and a satisfied grin spread across his face.
Rylee had given him everything he asked for last night. Her body and all her fears and worries. He would make sure she was safe from here on out. She washis.
His dragon grumbled at that thought and disagreed.Not claimed.
He pushed back at the beast. He’d wanted to bite, mark, and claim Rylee completely last night, but he couldn’t link their souls permanently, not until she knew he was Reylean–and a dragon. As much as he wanted to claim what he knew Fate had given him, he needed Rylee to choose him even more.
