Page 14 of Stalked By the Rancher

"Do you trust me, Nora?" He asks suddenly, eyes locked on mine as we stand in the middle of his bedroom—me naked and him half-dressed.

I swallow hard at his serious tone but nod fervently. "Yes."

"Good," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before slowly guiding me backwards onto his bed.

Clothes are shed with haste until we're both bared to each other—a sight that sends blood rushing south in Sawyer's body as he gazes at me with hungry eyes. But there's more than just lust there—I can see it in his gaze—the care and the protectiveness that makes my heart flutter.

"Are you ready?" He asks as he settles himself between my thighs—a sight so erotic I can hardly stand it. I nod, unable to form words in my throat as anticipation swells within me.

His eyes never leave mine as he moves, slowly, steadily. He pushes inside of me with a cautious ease that has me gasping for air. The feeling of him—big and hard—stretching me is intoxicating.

"Holy shit," he mutters, his head falling onto my shoulder as he grunts out his pleasure.

I laugh breathlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him closer.

"God, Nora...I want to give you everything, baby. You want anything, you just ask me, you hear me?" he pants against my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

His thrusts are gentle at first, but soon increase in tempo as he finds his rhythm. I cling to him, nails digging into his broad shoulders as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

"Say my name," he growls into my ear, his voice rough with need and possession. It's a demand, one I'm only too happy to fulfill.

"Sawyer," I moan out, arching my back against him as he drives into me with a powerful thrust.

He makes love to me like a man starved—hungry, desperate and filled with a fiery intensity that leaves me dizzy. His kisses are fervent and his touch demanding, staking a claim on my body that leaves no room for doubt—I am his and he is mine.

My heart races as Sawyer's lips trail down my neck, teasingly nipping and sucking at my skin. His strong hands grip my hips fiercely, urging me to meet his passionate kisses with the same fervor. He groans against my lips, sending shivers of desire coursing through my veins.

"Sawyer," I pant, my voice trembling with anticipation. He peppers soft bites along my jawline before capturing my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently. A moan escapes me as he does so, echoing his hungry growl.

His hand moves to cup my breast through my dress, squeezing gently, and then roughly pinching my nipple. I arch my back involuntarily, my breath catching. He grinds his hips against me, rubbing his erection against my clit, driving me wild.

"You were made for me, little girl. You know that? And I’m going to take care of you forever. You’re mine," he whispers in my ear, his voice thick with lust. It sends a wave of heat coursing through my body, making me wetter for him.

He pulls back slightly, his gaze holding mine captive as he runs a finger over my swollen lips. Then, without warning, he thrusts two fingers deep inside me, filling me up and claiming me as his own.

"Fuck," he groans, watching my face contort in pleasure. "You love this, don't you?" His voice is rough and demanding, but there's a hint of vulnerability there too.

"Yes," I moan, my body begging for more. I can feel myself growing wetter for him with each passing second.

He releases my nipple, only to wrap his hand around my throat and pull me closer. I gasp, feeling a flood of emotions rush through me. This is exactly what I want—to be taken, possessed, and owned by him.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks, his voice low and menacing. I nod frantically, my eyes never leaving his. "Say it."

"Please, Sawyer," I whisper, my heart racing in anticipation. "Fuck me hard."

He grins wickedly at that, his eyes glinting with a dangerous promise. "As you wish, darlin’." Without any further delay, he aligns himself with my entrance and pushes in swiftly. The sudden intrusion has me gasping in surprise and pleasure.

"Shit, Nora," he hisses through clenched teeth as he starts to move. His thrusts are rough and possessive, matching the demanding tone of his voice from earlier. It's all so intoxicating—the feel of him inside me, the lust in his eyes, the sound of our bodies slapping together in a frantic rhythm.

His fingers dig into my hips as he sets a brutal pace, driving into me over and over again. The room fills with the sounds of our desperate moans and heavy breaths.

"I want to hear you scream my name," Sawyer growls, leaning down to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue explores my mouth with the same fervor he's displaying physically.

A low moan escapes my lips as he thrusts even harder, hitting that sweet spot inside me that has my vision blurring from pleasure. He growls in response, nipping at my bottom lip before pulling away to gaze down at me with lust-filled eyes.

"You're so damn wet for me," he pants out, sounding shocked and pleased at the same time.

The rawness in his voice is enough to push me over the edge. My climax hits me like a freight train, leaving me writhing and gasping beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

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