Page 100 of Wicked Fury

“Yours,” she breathes, and it’s all the permission I need. I claim her with an intensity that blurs the lines, branding her from the inside out.

“Mine,” I affirm through gritted teeth.

The world narrows to the primal sounds of flesh against flesh, my hips driving forward in a cadence that matches the wild beat of my heart. Iris’ moans rise into the night.

“Baby...” she gasps, her voice laced with pleasure and an edge of desperation that sends a surge of satisfaction through me.

“Say it again,” I demand, my tone rough with need. I can feel the pressure building, the coil of tension winding tighter within me as our bodies move.

“Baby!” she cries out, and the sound is sweeter than any symphony.

“Fuck, Iris,” I groan, pushing deeper, harder, losing myself in the heat and tightness that envelops me. The scent of earth and lust mingles, intoxicating, heightening every touch, every thrust.

“More, please... more,” she whimpers, and I comply, delivering each stroke with a mix of tenderness and raw power that teeters on the edge of control.

Her fingers dig into the soil, clutching at the earth as if trying to hold on to reality while we spiral together into ecstasy. My vision blurs, every sensation amplified, until there’s nothing left but the explosive release that rips through me, pulling a guttural cry from my throat.

“Mmmph.” Her voice shatters the silence once more, her body trembling beneath me as her climax crashes over her like a wave, leaving us both shaking, spent, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

I pull out slowly, the sight of my cum leaking from her grips me, a visceral reminder of ownership. For a moment, I’m entranced by the sight, the stark evidence of my possession, her submission.

“God, look at you,” I murmur, dropping down beside her in the cool grass, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks. I pull her against me, her head resting on my chest, our sweat-slicked skin melding together.

“That was...” she trails off, her breath warm against my skin.

“Intense,” I finish for her, my smirk audible even without words. “You’re a hell of a ride, angel.”

“Only the best for you,” she retorts, her voice tinged with that familiar snarky edge I find so damn irresistible.

Blades of grass tickle my back as I pull Iris closer, her scent—musky and sweet with exertion—enveloping me.

“So,” she whispers, her voice a mix of satisfaction and wonder, “what now?”

“Wherever we’re headed, it’s together,” I say, my hand tracing idle patterns on her spine. “You got me? There’s no going back.”

“Back isn’t a direction I’m familiar with.” Her smirk feels like a challenge even in the dark.

“Good, ‘cause forward is your only option.” My chest rumbles with a low chuckle.

“Obsessed much?” She tilts her head up, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Much?” I scoff, my fingers grazing her jawline. “Baby, with me, it’s more than that—it’s you can’t go anywhere without me. No moves can be made without my say so.”

Her breath hitches, and I know I’ve struck the right chord. Iris lives for the edge, the brink where passion and madness blur. And I…I’m the one to push her over it.

“Sounds intense,” She bites her lip, that habit betraying the nerves she tries so hard to hide.

“Intense doesn’t begin to cover it.” My voice is a growl, possessiveness surging within me. “You won’t ever leave my side, Iris. You’re mine, in every way that counts.”

“Yours...” She leans into my touch, surrender written in the arch of her body. “And you’re mine, Lincoln Blackwood. Don’t forget it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I seal my vow with a kiss, fierce and claiming.

“Love me?” she murmurs against my mouth, a tease lacing her words.

“Until every last star burns out.” I tighten my grip around her.

“Sounds perfect.” She sighs, contentment sweeping through her tone.

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