Page 20 of Say You're Mine

He lifts me up, his cock teasing my entrance. "Beg for it, Cara. Tell me how bad you want my cock."

"Please, June," I whimper. "Fill me up. Fuck me like you own me."

With a snarl, he slams into me. I cry out, overwhelmed by the stretch and fullness.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunts, setting a punishing pace. "Taking my cock so well, like you were made for me."

"Harder," I demand, nails raking his back. "Make me feel it for days."

He pounds into me relentlessly, each thrust punctuated by filthy praise. "Such a good girl, taking me so deep. Gonna fill you up, mark you as mine."

"More…please - pretty please" I keen, teetering on the edge. "Tame me, June! Claim me."

The flames in his eyes roar to new heights, the fire so strong it pulls gasps of ravenous air from my lungs. Foreplay is an art we specialize in, but right now, my need for him is too intense for any preamble.

My cunt is drenched, throbbing, all but chanting his name over and over. That thick, bulging cock of his needs to be filling me.

Right this minute!

He grabs the backs of my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as he notches the broad head of his cock at my entrance. I lock my ankles at the small of his back, leveraging myself to rub my slick heat along his rigid length. We both groan at the slippery friction, that perfect fit of his hard body and my soft curves.

"Do it," I demand, my nails scoring his shoulders through his shirt. "Fuck me, June. Make me forget my own name."

With a growl that vibrates through my bones, he thrusts inside me, burying himself to the hilt in one savage stroke. I cry out, my head slamming back against the wall as he fills and stretches me, the sudden invasion bordering on pain.

"God damn," he grunts, his hips grinding against mine. "Still so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock like a fucking fist."

I can only whimper in response, my inner muscles fluttering around his thickness. He surrounds me, consumes me, his scent in my nose, his heat searing my skin. I've never felt so deliciously owned, so wholly possessed.

He sets a brutal pace, his pelvis slamming against mine as he fucks me into the wall. There's no gentleness, no softness to his touch. This is pure animal need, months of pent-up desperation finding release in the slap of flesh and the sting of teeth.

"Not going to last," he warns, his rhythm faltering. "Fuck, want you too much."

"Yes," I keen, teetering on the ragged edge of my own climax. "Come for me, June. Fill me up, give me everything."

Three more rapid thrusts and he seizes up, a hoarse shout muffled against my neck as he spills inside me. The warm gush of his release triggers my own, starbursts of ecstasy ricocheting through my nerve endings as I clench and milk his spurting cock.

We stay locked together, shuddering and gasping, clinging to each other like we're the only solid things in a world turned to quicksand. Gradually, the tremors subside, our frantic heartbeats slowing to a synchronized thrum.

June raises his head, his expression soft and wondering as he brushes a sweaty strand of hair from my forehead. "I love you," he murmurs, the words rough-edged but clear. "I love you so fucking much, Cara."

Tears prick my eyes, my throat too tight to speak. I pull him back down for a kiss, trying to pour every ounce of my love, my need, my bone-deep certainty that he is my forever into the press of my lips.

But before he can respond, a sound shatters our blissful reunion like sugar glass.

Slow, mocking applause echoes from the nursery doorway, a coldly amused chuckle slithering across my skin like grave dirt.

"Well, well," a horribly familiar voice drawls. "Isn't this cozy?"

June tenses against me, a snarl rumbling up from his chest as he turns to shield me from the intruder. From the nightmare made flesh that haunts our every waking moment.

Elaine Deveaux stands framed in the doorway, flanked by two hulking brutes that scream "hired muscle". Her smile is razor-sharp, her gaze glittering with malicious triumph.

"You didn't really think you'd gotten away, did you, Juniper?" she asks, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "You should know by now...Mommy always gets what she wants."

June sets me on my feet, keeping his body angled protectively in front of mine. "Get out," he grinds, rage and terror vibrating beneath the words. "You're not welcome here, Mother."

Elaine tuts, shaking her head like she's scolding an errant child. "Such disrespect. And after everything I've done for you, every opportunity I've handed you on a silver platter."

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