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“You gonna make me?”

Christ, I loved her smart-ass mouth.

I bent over her, brushing her tangled mess of hair off her back and face as I went. With my chest flush to her back, my cock buried as deep as I could get, I gently kissed her temple.

“Baby, I’m gonna make you see stars.”

Then I set about doing just that. This was not fucking. It wasn’t lovemaking. It was primal instinct. There was no rhythm to my thrusts as I drove into her. Pure madness. Raw, savage need to rut. To make her feel the pleasure she was giving me. To pull the sweet mews from her lips. I didn’t want to claim, I wanted her to surrender—to relinquish herself to me.

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me,” I demanded.

“I love you, Jack.”

I unfolded, came up on my knees, grabbed her hip with one hand while the other one snaked around her belly, down, and found her clit.

“Again.”

“Oh my God,” she moaned and bucked her hips.

“Tell. Me,” I commanded.

Her pussy quivered and clutched, bringing me closer to blowing. My finger on her clit pressed harder. Relentless in my pursuit to get what I wanted.

“Now, Catarina. Tell me.”

“I love you.”

On a long groan she flew apart, bucking so hard my hand slid from her hip to her back to hold her down.

“Yeah, baby, you love me. Don’t ever forget it.”

“I . . . God . . . I won’t, Jack.”

My gaze fell to her red ass. All mine. It dropped lower. I watched our connection, my cock tunneling into her, coming out wet with her excitement, driving back in until it became too much, and I exploded with a violent shudder.

I slammed in, stayed planted, and let her pussy drain me dry.

“I love you so much it scares me, baby,” I groaned through my climax.

The tension waned, my muscles relaxed, and I slowly glided in and out, watching myself take her gentle after I’d fucked her rough.

My hand slid over the pink mark on her ass. “This okay?”

“Oh yeah.”

“You sure I didn’t hurt you?”

“Only in the best of ways. That was . . .” She trailed off.

When she didn’t finish, I glanced up at her face. Her pretty face flushed with sex, her eyes clear and soft.

“Animalistic,” she finished.

She wasn’t wrong. The woman turned me into a straight-up animal.