“I know I said I wanted you choking on my cock, but I need to be inside you.”
Her breath catches as my fingers tighten around her neck.
“Did you bleed when Ronan fucked you?”
She stiffens. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Because, little witch, I want you to bleed for me. I want to see my mark on you as I fuck you.”
In the blink of an eye, I’ve got her flat on her back, pinned to the soaked forest floor, the blood and leaves clinging to her skin. She’s gasping, but I’m past mercy. I tear into her leggings withno finesse—just a raw need—ripping them apart like paper until she’s bare for me.
I can’t hold back the guttural groan tearing through me as I push her thighs apart, her beautiful, wet pussy dripping, practically inviting me home.
“Look at your perfect, pink pussy. Is this all for me?” I ask her with a grin.
Her chest rises and falls in quick, ragged gasps. “Yes, yes, it’s all for you.” She slides a finger down to her clit.
I hiss, snapping my hand around her wrist before she can touch herself, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“You don’t get to touch yourself.”
My hand snakes up her thigh, fingers brushing against the soaked warmth I’ve already claimed. “This pussy is mine. Every inch, every quiver, every scream—you don’t get it. I do. And I’ll use it however I want. Wherever I want. For as long as I want.”
I press myself against her, letting my cock tease her entrance, my eyes locking with hers. A subtle nod—just enough—and I slam inside her, harsh, fast, ruthless, matching the thunder cracking above us.
Her scream tears through the storm, pain tangled with need until I can't tell the difference. She crumples to the soaked floor, trembling under me, and I drive deeper. My piercings rake through her tight heat, every catch and drag sparking fire that makes her convulse harder around me—exactly how I like her, ruined and begging with a word.
By the devil, it's perfect.
My eyes slam shut, blinded by ecstasy. Her grip is fierce, nails digging into me as I pull back, then slam in again, hard, every thrust a battle for control that’s already long gone.
I will never get enough of this. Of her. The way she moans, gasps and claws at me like she’s trying to tether herself to reality—and failing spectacularly.
“Look at you taking my cock,” I growled. “This cock, this body… It's yours. Every inch of me.”
I seize her hand and press it to the tattoo of her name. “You’ve been mine since the moment I first saw you, and I’ve been yours.”
I lift her slightly, just enough to slam deeper, harder—hammering into her like I’m trying to carve myself into her bones.
Maybe I am.
I am so done for. Completely, gloriously, fucked.
She opens her mouth to say something, but I ram in harder; the only thing that escapes her lips is a shattered gasp of my name. Like a prayer.
I’m the devil she’s willing to worship.
Her body’s trembling beneath me—goosebumps rippling across her flushed skin, nipples tight and pink, hair is a wild, tangled halo around her. My fingers are digging into her hips hard enough to bruise, but I don’t stop.
I can’t.
If someone showed up right now, I wouldn’t stop. I’d look them dead in the eye and keep fucking her harder—make them watch as I used every one of her holes.
“Outdoor sex is a fantasy of yours, isn’t it?”
I made a list of all the highlighted pages I found, and I can’t wait to experience every single one with her.
Her laugh is ragged. “You would know, as you stole them all.”
