Page 51 of Ditching the Dragon (Fated Dates)

My mate is barely holding on. It reminds me of our first night together when he thought he’d break me.

Fuck that.If I’m going to have hate sex, it’s going to mean hair pulling, scratches, claw marks, and next-day bruises.

I shift my hips to plunge him fully into me with one hard impalement. The fingers on my back grip harder while I swing my hips and attempt to take what’s mine.

But those same hands, so much stronger than me and in a better position, trap me with him seated deep inside my pussy.

He slaps my ass hard enough that the sound echoes in my ear and the sting reverberates in my core.

“My fucking mate,” he murmurs darkly before he takes me in earnest.

Wick tilts my hips up to present my exposed center. He wastes no time sinking his dick into me, thrusting hard again and again.

He grips my ass, exactly like he promised the night we met, and fucks me like he owns me.

Because he does.

In this moment, in this position, I’m helpless beneath him and simply riding out the hurricane that is Wickham Barrett.

Firm hands relentlessly pull me onto his cock while he thrusts into me.

The grueling pace and depth make it hard to think about anything else. He plants a foot beside my knees and lets loose.

Our hips collide, the sound of our breaths and the strike of our bodies loud enough to be embarrassing.

Wick rears back, his body as taut as a tightrope while he grunts and growls and takes from me.

His hand circles around the nape of my neck, and he folds himself over me to thrust as deep as he can.

“Mine,” he growls under his breath. I don’t think he realizes I hear him, but it’s become a driving beat he repeats again and again.

Having him let loose is the highlight of the last several weeks. Like when I was on the run, Wick seems like he’s everywhere at once.

His hot breath lifts goosebumps on my back.

Claws extend on his fingers and dig into the mattress around my neck, but they don’t so much as prick my skin.

His cock takes full ownership of me, as if he can mark me with sex like he wants to do with his bite.

My pussy clenches around him, my body prepared to strangle him through an orgasm.

“Mine, mine . . . mine . . . ”

But then, the moment breaks.

He slows, his shoulders shaking to loosen them.

I mutter and shift my hips against him, but he holds me steady.

“Come on, Wick!” I demand. “Finish me already.”

This impossible man climbs onto the bed and drags me with him.

The 180 stuns me so much, I do as he asks without consciously being aware of it.

I wanted a good hard fuck. Clearly, so did he. So why stop?

He settles himself on the bed, his height that much more than mine, yet he leans to the side to kiss me all the same.

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