Page 140 of Dark Fate

I revel in his possessive words, letting them wash over me like a tidal wave of erotic promise. I arch into his touch, silently begging for more—more of his dominance, his claiming, everything that makes me his. As I lose myself in the intoxicating dance of our passion, I know this is where I belong, enraptured by the symphony of his possession and my eager submission.

His lips collide with mine in an electrifying frenzy, his tongue navigating a dance with mine in impeccable harmony, synchronizing with my every move. I crave the fervor in him, the untamed force of nature he embodies. Sure, this gentle version ofRhylandis breathtaking, but I’m longing for him to unleash all that he is. I’m aware he’s being cautious not to overwhelm me, to soothe my apprehensions and sorrows. But to hell with caution. What I truly yearn for is the raw passion of his unconstrained affection.

I wiggle my hands out of his tight grasp and clench his hair tightly, pulling as he teases me with slow, torturous strokes. “Rhyland,” I moan, my voice dripping with desire and impatience, “stop playing games...” I hope he’s catching on to what I desire from him.

He chuckles, genuine and raw, the rumble vibrating deep within his chest. “Look at you—getting all demanding on me?” He teases, his voice dripping with alpha dominance. “You want to get fucked,baby? Hmm? Want me to take this pussy and own it?” He thrusts his hips, stealing my breath away with the slow, deliberate motion. This man has honed my body to crave rough, degrading, primal sex. “Want me to treat you like my whore?”

“Fuck. Y-yes, please.” I plead, my arousal surging at his filthy words.

I know I should feel degraded and disgusted by his crude words and possessive behavior. But instead, I’m the polar opposite—completely turned on and willing to be anything he wants me to be. It’s like he’s cast a spell over me, making me feel safe and cherished with his filthy talk. I’m putty in his hands, ready to be molded into whatever shape he desires, and god help me; I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

In the blink of an eye, I’m yanked off the bed and plastered against the wall, my hands flat against the wall like a criminal under arrest—Rhyland’s hard cock giving my backside a friendly nudge.

“Mmm...you know what that begging does to me, sweetheart,” he says. “It makes me feral.” That last word is a whisper against my ear, and I’m covered in goosebumps.

Good.

“Don’t hold back,” I purr, my voice dripping with raw desire. “Take what you need from me,Rhyland.” I bite my lip, shy but determined to voice my desires. “Use my body however you want, in all your wickedly delicious—”

Rhyland’s fingers cut off my words, gripping my hair and digging into the sensitive spot at the base of my nape, giving me a delightful yank—his other hand, with a bruising grip on my hip, has me praying for some deep purple bruises come morning.

There he is.

Here’s the man I crave more than anything—raw, rough, and undeniably the epitome of a Viking alpha.

“You’re treading on dangerous ground,baby—you sure you know what you’re getting into? Think you can handle the beast inside?”

I give a heated nod in response, feeling a searing desire ignite within me at his commanding words.

“I’ve been dreaming about you,Angel, for weeks. Dreams of feeling your tight pussy clenching my cock, of pounding into you so hard and deep you’re fucking breathless and senseless.”

His chest presses into me, forcing the air from my lungs in a sharp gasp. His hot breath ghosts over my neck as he grinds his hips into me, reducing me to a mute, aroused mess. My arousal drips down my thighs, a testament to the intensity of the moment.

He releases my hair. “Stay put. Don’t you dare move,” he commands, his voice thick with authority.

His lips press against my skin, gliding down my spine with a trail of wet kisses. His mouth finds my ass, teasing and nibbling at it roughly, eliciting moans of pleasure from deep within me. I can’t help but push back into his kisses.

“Now, bend down and grab your ankles,” he demands, and I do.

He drops to his knees and spreads my ass cheeks apart, eagerly devouring me from behind, his tongue delving deep into the tight ring of muscle. I gasp at the sudden pleasure, unable to resist his boldness any longer. I give in to the sensation of his mouth on me, my body igniting with desire as he expertly licks and teases me.

This man has got a thing for my ass, and I’m not complaining one bit.

I push into him, offering him access as he spreads me open more, and his mouth lavishes attention on my most sensitive area. I moan at the filthy sensation, my body arching in response. My head buzzing from this position. His hand travels up my inner thigh, rubbing my arousal and then finding my clit. He rubs it slowly, finding just the right rhythm as he continues to eat me out from behind—going from clit to ass in long licks and slurps.

I’m being devoured, igniting the most intensely erotic sensations that set my entire being ablaze with wanton need.

His moans, growls, and slurps only intensify everything. My mind begins to white out from the intense sensation, and my breaths are shallow and ragged.

“You like getting your ass eaten,Angel?” He growls between licks, his voice thick with power.

I can’t answer. I’m consumed by him entirely, my body and mind surrendering to his dominance.

“Answer me,Dani—You like being my filthy whore?”

It’s one thing to experience it but another to actually admit to it. But that’sRhyland, always pushing my boundaries and making me voice what I want.

He slaps my ass hard, the sound echoing off the walls. I scream at the contact, the pleasure and pain melding together. “Yes...Y-yes!” I answer, my voice trembling with want.

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