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Ripping her panties with one hard tug, he took his cock in his hands and pushed into her. Slowly, deliberately, his eyes watching her every reaction as he finally sunk home.

“Mine!” Reg roared aloud, staking his claim with his body and words. The rightness of it all echoed through to his soul.

Gretchen’s eyes met his, lust glazed even on the heels of her release. She reached for him, scratching her nails down his back, and grabbing onto his hips as he began to plunge deeper into her slick heat.

The connection between them seemed to pulse and throb like a living thing. One that wouldn’t be denied.

“Yes,” she said, as if answering him, and the Tiger in him went wild.

Mate.

ChapterTwelve

Gretchen cried aloud as Reggie filled her with his magnificent cock. The man was big. Bigger than big. He was so fucking huge, she thought he’d split her in two.

“I don’t think I can,” she moaned worried, as he tilted her hips, sinking even deeper.

“Yes, you can,shona. You were made for me,” he grunted, so sure and careful as he waited for her body to adjust.

He was whispering to her, sweet little terms of endearment and words of praise. Gretchen relaxed around him. Slowly, the burn of his invasion lessened. It became hot and more intensely pleasurable than anything else she’d ever felt.

Like her pussy had a brain of its own, and suddenly, it was all about welcoming all the very man inches of his impossibly thick, steel hard length. She’d never been so full. Reg was stretching her tight channel to the max, brushing every inch of her passage with his girthy, veined member.

“Oh god, Reggie,” she moaned and could hardly catch her breath.

Cream dripped from her pussy, coating him, she knew, and dripping down her thighs. Her own body was working to make his passage slick and smooth for when he finally got to moving. Which, with any luck, would be any second now.

“You feel like pure heaven,shona,” he growled, and yes, she meant growled, like some kind of beast.

Then he dipped his head and claimed her mouth surely as his cock was claiming her body. Reg’s whole body shuddered, and her heart swelled, knowing this meant something to the big man. He kissed her like he was desperate for her, and Gretchen opened for him, tasting her sex on his lips.

Fucking hell. She hadn’t expected that to turn her on, but it was raw, and it was hot, and it was him. Wild, powerful, heady, and sexy as hell. The way she wanted it. The way she wanted him.

“Want you. Want to make you mine. You want that,shona? Want to be mine? Forever,” his deep blue eyes flashed in the darkness of the room and her whole body lit up in response.

Gretchen nodded her head, incapable of speech. Yes. Sounded good to her. She could be his tonight.

Hell, she already was.

Reg began thrusting his hips. His wonderful cock was moving inside of her now, like he was born to make love to her. Touching places no one had ever reached, Reggie fucked her like a goddamn champ.

Push in, pull out, slam, withdraw, and repeat.

Gretchen couldn’t speak, hell, she could hardly think. Every cell in her body was attuned to him and the magical things he was doing to her. Electricity sizzled along her skin, blood raced through her veins, and her heart thundered inside of her. She felt like a volcano. Passion bubbled beneath the surface, ready to explode out of her any moment now.

She wrapped her legs around his waist. Loving the feel of his rock hard abs against her thighs. He had scrolling ink tattoos across his chest and arms. Beautiful tribal tatts that she’d enjoy tracing with her hands later, and if she were lucky, her tongue.

She kicked off her shoes, ignoring the heavy thud as they landed on the floor, so that she could dig her heels into his firm backside. She pressed them against him, urging him on as he stroked deep, so very deep, inside her.

“More,” she demanded, loving the way he fucked her.

Hell, she could find herself falling over the edge with this man. That was dangerous territory, but nothing could stop the thought from racing through her mind.

Gretchen always was a little pushy, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted him, all of him, and she could tell he was holding back.

“Easy,” he said, but she wasn’t having that.

“No, give me more, Reggie. I can take it. I want it. Give me all of you. Now.”

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