"Claim me," she demands.
The command snaps the final tether to my sanity.
I drive my hips forward, burying the head of my cock past her tight, slick entrance. She stretches agonizingly around my girth, the friction burning like liquid fire. Her walls are incredibly tight. Her body grips me, slick and warm.
A guttural, animalistic groan rips from my throat.
I push deeper. Slowly. Relentlessly.
Gemma gasps, her fingernails biting into my heavily tattooed biceps. The skull and dark roses flex under her sharp grip. I watch her face closely, monitoring every twitch, every flinch. The unfeeling guard dog might be dead, but the protector is permanently awake. If I hurt her, I will tear my own heart out.
"Dante," she whines, her hips lifting, trying to take more of me.
"I'm huge, baby," I grit out, sweat beading on my forehead. "Let your body adjust."
"I don't care. Fill me. Now."
Her legs wrap around my waist, her ankles locking behind my lower back. She yanks me forward.
I sink to the absolute hilt in one brutal, terrifyingly deep thrust.
Our bodies collide with a loud, wet smack. The impact shakes the wooden bedframe. My pelvis grinds firmly against hers, locking us together in a seamless, perfect fit. I am buried so deep inside her tight pussy, the intense pressure threatens to force my own climax immediately.
Gemma arches her neck back, exposing the delicate skin of her throat. A long, shuddering sigh escapes her lips.
"Perfect," she whispers.
I freeze. Every muscle in my body locks down. I am submerged in searing heat. Her wet walls throb around my cock, massaging the sensitive flesh. The sensation is heaven. It is the peace I have hunted for twenty agonizing years.
I lower my chest, pressing the small scar on my right upper chest against her soft breast. I bury my face in the crook of her neck.
"You are everything," I vow, my voice a dark, jagged whisper against her collarbone. "Every breath. Every heartbeat."
"Yours," she confirms, her hands stroking my short, dark hair.
The gentle touch shatters the stillness.
I pull back, dragging my cock almost all the way out of her tight heat. She whimpers at the loss, her hips chasing my retreat.
I slam back into her, driving the bedframe flush against the reinforced compound wall with every brutal, punishing thrust.
The rhythm establishes itself instantly. A brutal, feral pounding. There is no gentle lovemaking. This is a claiming. This is a territorial marking. I am driving myself into her body with every ounce of strength I possess.
"Dante!" she screams, her head tossing on the pillows.
"Take it!" I roar.
I grip her luscious hips, lifting her slightly off the mattress to meet my thrusts perfectly. My arms act as pistons, absorbing the shock as I hammer into her tight pussy. The wet, slapping sound of our bodies colliding fills the silent room.
Sweat pours down my face, dripping from my rugged beard onto her chest. Her skin is flushed, stained bright red with the heat of our violent mating. The sweet orange and warm cumin scent mixes with the musky smell of sex and sweat. It is the most intoxicating drug on earth.
I grind my hips down hard, ensuring the base of my cock drags mercilessly against her swollen clit with every single thrust.
Gemma thrashes beneath me. Her nails rake down my back, leaving hot, stinging trails in my skin. The pain is a brilliant anchor, tethering my feral mind to the present reality.No dark alleys. No rain. No phone cords.Just her. Just this room. Just my cock buried deep inside her body.
"Harder!" she demands, her voice cracking.
I oblige.
