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Trapping me, yes.

Holding me in place so he can use me.

But protecting me too.

No one can get to me now.

I feel safe.

I feel…precious.

Not precious like a fragile ornament.

But precious like a gemstone.

His strength, his weight, hisforce…It’s transformed me from coal to diamond.

And Savage holds me, kisses me,fucksme like he’s never owned anything more valuable.

Chapter Nineteen

Savage

I’ve long since smothered the voice of reason yelling in my head. Not just now—years ago.

It doesn’t always make sense to do the things I do.

But I can’t help myself.

When I lose control, it’s with the brutality of a forest fire. I consume everything in my path—voracious, destructive, explicit, leaving behind a charred wasteland.

There is no other way.

Even while I’m fucking Nyx, while she whimpers in pain and struggles to get away from me, I can’t stop consuming her.

There’s no way she can stop her pussy from getting slick and juicy for my dick. Oh, she can fight me, but that only makes her final surrender that much sweeter.

When I touch that little nub above her cunt, when I rub it and pinch it, her body shudders, and she moans into my kiss.

So sweet, her luscious lips. They fight me too, but it’s a give-take that sets my nerve endings alight.

I want to stay like this forever—no space between us, Nyx fighting, surrendering, fighting. A vicious, hedonistic cycle.

Her writhing body, her clenching pussy—I’m getting close, reaching my limit.

But I don’t want this moment to end. I don’t want to stop tasting her mouth, feeling her slick walls clutching at my cock. She breaks away from our kiss. Tears caught in her lashes sparkle like fragmented sunlight on the surface of a rippling pool.

We stay that way for several pounding heartbeats, drinking in the sight of each other. When she finally grinds against me, I groan deep in my throat at the feel of her greedy pussy swallowing another inch of my dick.

Then, as if she wants more and she’s pissed I’m not giving it to her, she whispers, “Monster.”

My lips peel back in a snarl.

She lets out a wordless yell when I slide on top of her. Struggles briefly. But the moment my hand is around her throat, she stops. I straddle her waist, my skin reveling in the feel of her smooth stomach. Then I shift onto my knees, putting my throbbing, aching dick an inch away from her scowling mouth.

Nyx watches me with brilliant blue eyes. There’s a small cut on her cheek—another wound she refused to let me tend. It makes her brows look darker, even wilder than before.

I pitch forward, pressing the tip of my weeping dick against her lips. She keeps them closed, an angry frown creasing her smooth brow.

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