Page 119 of The Serpent’s Shadow

His hands whipped up, smacking mine aside—even the hand I’d been gliding down his length to get him stiff for me. He tossed my fur coat off my shoulders first, then stepped forward and ripped my shirt open.

When my breasts bounced down, the evening chill and molten heat of Grim pebbled my nipples. I did nothing to hide myself, letting him devour me with his eyes.

He snarled and reached for the waistband of my pants.

I yelped when he yanked them down, forcefully, the heat pooling at the base of my belly and begging for release.

He had me naked in an instant—bare like him, our bodies warm and pressed flush against each other.

Grim’s powerful arm dipped behind my right thigh to grab a handful of my ass, and then he bent my knee and hoisted my leg up for leverage.

I inhaled sharply, drooling arousal all over his hand as his fingers moved to my inner thigh.

He toyed with my engorged lips for two seconds before losing all control and lifting me, grabbing the backs of both thighs to hoist me into the air.

My legs kicked as I went airborne, so I wrapped them around his thick middle, my pussy torturously gliding over the top of his cock.

Grim ravaged my lips, bruising them with the force of his bloodthirsty kiss. All I could do was thread my arms around his neck to keep myself from toppling over backward.

He licked and laved, dominating my tongue with his, all the while lining up his cock below.

Lifting me a few inches further, tits against his face, he settled me back down and I gasped as his cock speared intome, stretching my walls and filling me with utter warmth and fullness.

This dangerous man could hit every part of me, and he did just that as he thrust deeper and punched my insides.

I rested my forehead on his shoulder, gasping for breath at the size and sheer ferocity of his thrusts. Keeping me aloft the entire time he did me in, claiming my body just as I had begged.

My flesh rippled and smacked against his as he bounced me on his cock, standing and carrying and fucking me with his back against the tree trunk.

He had yet to say a thing, and I wanted it that way. I didn’t need anymore words. I knew what I meant to him. He could be a golden retriever and a gooey, kind man when he wanted.

But now I wanted the worst of him. The animal. The predator who took what he wanted and wrested any semblance of control from my white-hot fingertips.

It had been too long for us. For this. The wait had been agonizing, but that made the explosion of sensations all the better.

I raked my nails down his back, breaking skin, and he let out little more than a grunt. I could do whatever I wanted to him and he’d be fine with it. In fact, he’d return the favor threefold, and that was exactly what I needed after such a tumultuous, chaotic term.

I had made it to the finish line. Now, Grim Kollbjorn was my prize, and he knew it. He made sureIknew it, too.

Pumping his hips, my thoughts dwindled away, only focusing on the piston thrusts and the way he impaled me and brought me to a toe-curling orgasm.

Out here in the woods, we could be animals. It had always been our safe place, with the trees around us, nature on our side.

It never felt more dangerous than it did right now, as I lost myself to pleasure and my inhibitions and doubts fled my mind.

Grim bent his head and took my nipple in his mouth, teasing and tormenting even as his dick ran wild inside me. I planted my ass down on him, using his beefy shoulders as leverage so I could push up and then slam down on his length.

I felt completely widened, filled, and blissful. Like the gods had come down and kissed me with their favor, in the form of this righteous protector, this diabolical animal.

Panting, sweating, I cried out as he demolished the tenderest parts of me and made my calves bounce on his taut ass. He continued to push through the resistance of my climax, which only made me unravel harder and wind up for another one.

My body trembled. I couldn’t hold back the pleasure. The moans. The heated breaths on his neck, in his ear, showing him he was giving me exactly what I wanted and deserved.

Then he spun us around, putting my back against the tree trunk to give himself more leverage as he fucked me silly.

And when my eyes went over his shoulder, in a bizarre moment of déjà vu, I noticed glinting yellow eyes in the trees, staring at us—watching us fuck and lose our minds the entire time.

“Fuck, Grim,” I groaned, but he only took it as a request for him to go harder, deeper, punishing the very depths of my insides.

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