“Scream for me.” I drag my rough thumb across her throbbing clit. “Be loud. Take up all the goddamn space in this room. You are safe here. Let it go.”
The permission destroys her final barrier.
She shatters.
A full-body tremor rips through her plush curves. Her inner walls milk my buried fingers with crushing force. A loud, desperate scream tears from her throat. My name echoes into the freezing mountain air.
She floods my mouth. I press my lips hard against her dripping slit. I take everything she gives me. Not a single drop of her goes to waste.
I pull my slick fingers out of her channel.
She lays wrecked on the bearskin rug. Her chest heaves. Her eyes squeeze shut. Her thighs tremble.
I’m already bare-chested, the air cooling the sweat on the jagged burn scars she uncovered earlier. My hands drop to the heavy leather belt. The metal buckle pops as I shove my tactical pants and boxer briefs down my legs, kicking my combat boots aside.
I stand naked in the amber firelight.
The freezing mountain air hits blazing hot skin. My cock stands rigid against my abdomen. A heavy drop of clear pre-cum leaks from the blunt, purple head. The painful, throbbing ache demands friction.
Lucia opens her dark eyes.
Her gaze tracks slowly up my legs. It locks onto my length. A hard swallow bobs in her throat. Her eyes travel higher, taking in my chest and shoulders.
I don’t hide any of it. The scarred chest. The feral nature. The beast fully out of the cage.
I drop back down to the rug. I cage her beneath my heavy bulk.
My broad chest hovers inches above her breasts. My forearms take the weight. I look down into her flushed, beautiful face.
“You belong to me.” The declaration hits with unbreakable certainty. “You belong to the Beast.”
She nods frantically. Her small hands reach up and grip my shoulders. “Yes.”
I shift my hips forward. I part her thick, trembling thighs wider. The blunt, weeping head of my cock aligns against her slick, swollen opening.
I push forward.
The thick, blunt head of my cock breaches her tight, dripping pussy. She is impossibly, incredibly tight. The slick, soaking wet heat of her inner walls grips my thick shaft, claiming me back.
A harsh groan tears from my throat.
“Look at me.”
Her dark, glassy eyes lock onto mine.
I drive my hips forward with brutal force. My entire length buries deep inside her tight channel in one long, agonizingly slow thrust.
A loud cry escapes her lips. Her fingernails dig into my back. Her body stretches wide to take my girth. The searing heat of her internal muscles wraps around my thick shaft.
The perfection of the fit steals the air from the room. She was made to take every single inch of me.
I pull my hips back. My cock drags almost out of her wet channel.
I slam forward again. Buried to the hilt.
The claiming begins.
A brutal, punishing pace takes over. Hard, deep thrusts. My hips snap forward with mechanical precision. The loud, wet sound of skin against skin echoes over the crackling fire.